Thursday, March 13, 2025


MARGARET ATWOOD
The Handmaid's Tale

This might be the last time I have to wait, but I don't know what I'm waiting for. What are you waiting for, I used to say. That meant hurry up. No answer was expected. For what are you waiting is a different question. And I have no answer for that one either. Yet, it isn't waiting exactly. It's more like a form of suspension, without suspense. At last, there is no time.



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