{"id":45726,"date":"2016-10-01T00:01:17","date_gmt":"2016-10-01T00:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/?p=45726"},"modified":"2016-10-01T06:22:53","modified_gmt":"2016-10-01T06:22:53","slug":"schrijven-en-lezen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/schrijven-en-lezen\/","title":{"rendered":"schrijven en lezen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a strange life . . . The most peculiar thing about it is that when you write you are required to think and having once noticed that, you observe how little the rest of life makes such a demand. It demands something else, many things of course, but not sitting and thinking the way you must when you write, when you revise, when you abandon, start over, refine, all of that. <\/p>\n<p>[&#8230;]<\/p>\n<p>It is fortunate to have had all my life this passion for studying and enjoying literature and for trying to add a bit to it as interestingly as I can. This passion has given me much joy, it has given me friends who care for the same things, it has given me employment, escape from boredom, everything. The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.<\/p>\n<p><small>Elizabeth Hardwick<\/small><\/p>\n<p><!--- As I have grown older I see myself as fortunate in many ways. It is fortunate to have had... ---><\/p>\n<p><!--- May I ask you how you feel about growing older?\u00a0\u2013 You can always ask. Or perhaps no one need ask. Just another piece of rotten luck. No, I haven\u2019t found anything good to say about it. Not a condition that can be recommended. Its only value is that it spares you the opposite, not growing older. People do cling to consciousness, and under the most dreadful circumstances. It shows you that it is all we have, doesn\u2019t it? Waking up, the first and the last privilege, waking up once more.\u00a0---><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a strange life . . . The most peculiar thing about it is that when you write you are required to think and having once noticed that, you observe how little the rest of life makes such a demand. It demands something else, many things of course, but not sitting and thinking the way<a href=\"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/schrijven-en-lezen\/\" class=\"read-more\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1176,122],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45726"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=45726"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45726\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":45727,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45726\/revisions\/45727"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=45726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=45726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=45726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}