S. S. Proleterka Quotes

“Children lose interest in their parents when they are left. They are not sentimental. They are passionate and cold. [...] They learn to pretend. And pretense becomes the most active, the realest part, alluring as dreams. It takes place of what we think is real. - pg. 11-12”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“She makes no reply. It seemed to me that the subject irritated her. Or that it was not the right moment. There are times when you can say what you think or ask questions, and others when you can’t. These are the so-called wrong moments. And since the wrong moments fill up the hours, you end up not asking any more.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“All that matters to me is to know that I have a brother. I cannot explain the immensity of love I have for that boy who ran. The love that one has for simulacra. For that which is not visible, but has light. For a little boy with a passionate wish to die.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“Now he has talked for love of the truth. Gradually he forgets everything. Even his daughter.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“As casas não são apenas paredes. São muitas vezes lugares infetos.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“Nothingness is the stuff of thought. Beings, autonomous voices, memories dredged up, following the lapping of the water. Nothingness is not empty.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka

“Father and daughter stand before the ship. She looks like a naval vessel. The red star glitters on the funnel. I look immediately at the lettering Proleterka. Blackened, patches of rust, forgotten. Sovereign lettering. The dusk is falling. The ship is large, she hides the sun that is about to sink into the water. She is darkness, pitch and mystery. A privateer built like a fortress, she has survived stormy weather and shipwreck. We go up the gangplank. The officers are waiting for us. We are the last.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, S. S. Proleterka