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Gone for Good – Coetzee’s Disgrace
Abstract
From this the poem springs: that we live in a place
That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves
And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.
(Wallace Stevens, “Notes Towards a Supreme Fiction”)
That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves
And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.
(Wallace Stevens, “Notes Towards a Supreme Fiction”)
