Since I last wrote about Clarice Lispector, I've been dreaming of re-possessing a fabulous book of hers I had left in Joburg.
My move has arrived, I've searched for it, but I haven't managed to find it yet.
Yesterday night I tried a bit of "soul enhancing" with Desmond Tutu and one of his books I love.
But it won't do it. I demand Clarice.
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