Trap. Horrible trap. one’s birth sprung. last day arrive. need get bod — George Saunders, Lincoln Bardo

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Trap. Horrible trap. At one’s birth it is sprung. Some last day must arrive. When you will need to get out of this body. Bad enough. Then we bring a baby here. The terms of the trap are compounded. That baby also must depart. All pleasures should be tainted by that knowledge. But hopeful dear us, we forget. Lord, what is this?

George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

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