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The Year of Living Dangerously The Year of Living Dangerously by Christopher J. Koch
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“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.”
C.J. Koch, The Year Of Living Dangerously
“It just isn't bearable to be fully awake.”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust… Through these it blinds the soul.”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“but Hamilton, I saw, had come to that last suburb on the road of youth, where we drift down deceptive byways, imagining there is still plenty of time, still plenty more choices — only to find that each little street was important after all,”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“And it occurred to him now, Hamilton said, that the wayang frame was perhaps erected here for the same reason that he had propped his comic-book-screen on his chest: so that the people of the kampong could forget, for a whole night, the presences of hunger and pain and threat at the edges of their green world.”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“After they became lovers, they would look back on this brink, and admit that each had guessed the other's awareness. Despite past affairs, they were both still young enough for the excitement which springs from sensing that a story has begun whose end can't be foreseen; and they were both old enough to know that life could offer them few if any more such beginnings. Youth was giving them each a last chance, since each had reached youth's outer suburbs.”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“They were linked by the usual shared enthusiasms to which lovers give exaggerated importance: a fondness for Vivaldi and the Beatles;”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously
“You go along with my giant brother to Priok. In the passer,he dares to kiss you. So it begins.”
Christopher J. Koch, The Year of Living Dangerously