Ingeborg Bachmann, Simultan: Erzählungen Quotes

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.

Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...