de fiecare data cind termin un text lung pentru care am lucrat zile, mi se pare ca sunt nu doar mai desteapta, ci si mai slaba. in acest sens, acum ca am terminat un nou text maninc macarons.
apoi, ca sa-mi scot din cap detaliile personajului despre care am scris, incep sa vad compulsiv filme sau sa citesc carti.
ma reapuc de citit una dintre cele mai frumoase carti pe care le-am citit anul acesta _ Open – Andre Agassi; categoric cel mai bun capitol dintr-o carte citit in ultimii ani. super structura, super emotie, super detalii
uite un fragment:)
“The afternoon shower is for encouraging myself, coaching myself. Tennis is the sport in which you talk to yourself. No athletes talk to themselves like tennis players. Pitchers, golfers, goalkeepers, they mutter to themselves, of course, but tennis players talk to themselves–and answer“.
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“Tennis is so damned lonely. Only boxers can understand the loneliness of tennis players–and yet boxers have their corner men and managers. Even a boxer’s opponent provides a kind of companionship, someone he can grapple with and grunt at. In tennis you stand face-to-face with the enemy, trade blows with him, but never touch him or talk to him, or anyone else. The rules forbid a tennis player from even talking to his coach while on court. People sometimes mention the track-and-field runner as a comparably lonely figure, but I have to laugh. At least the runner can feel and smell his opponents. They’re inches away. In tennis you’re on an island. Of all the games men and women play, tennis is the closest to solitary confinement, which inevitably leads to self-talk and for me the self-talk starts here in the afternoon shower”.
