You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my — J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my — J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my — J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my — J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my — J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
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You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.

— J.M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K
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