2015年7月17日 星期五

《A Little Life》Hanya Yanagihara

But these were days of self-fulfillment, where settling for something that was not quite your first choice of a life seemed weak-willed and ignoble.  Somewhere, surrounding to what seemed to be your fate had changed from being dignified to being a sign of your own cowardice.  There were times when the pressure to achieve happiness felt almost oppressive, as if happiness were something that everyone should and could attain, and that any sort of compromise in its pursuit was somehow your fault.

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