Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does.Me too. I didn't think it existed. But now I do.
The narrator believes his flaw to be "a morbid longing for the picturesque." I think that's fairly benign.
I'm not convinced how showy the crack is, but sadly, I have little trouble identifying flaws — gaping voids — in others. I have much less insight into my own shortcomings.
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I wonder if you ended up buying and/or reading the book, The Secret History. It's one of my favourite books of all time. I could not put the book down. Hope you are doing fine, Isabella -- and I wish you a 2015 that is 2,015 times better than 2014.
What an awesome wish -- thank you. I wish you the same.
I did not in fact buy The Secret History, but it keeps cropping up in places. I expect I'll read it before the winter is through...
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