One morning last summer, my sister and I talked a guy out of jumping off the Pont d’Austerlitz. I don’t think about it much, but today I read this in The Buddha’s Return by Gaito Gazdanov: “but now he was old and, physically frail, and for many years had led the life that his former acquaintances were now leading, and he fancied if nothing were to change in the near future, there would only be one thing for it - suicide.”
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One morning last summer, my sister and I talked a guy out of jumping off the Pont d’Austerlitz. I don’t think about it much, but today I read this in The Buddha’s Return by Gaito Gazdanov: “but now he was old and, physically frail, and for many years had led the life that his former acquaintances were now leading, and he fancied if nothing were to change in the near future, there would only be one thing for it - suicide.”