Literature, Quotes

Running in circles

For the first time she saw that the clock never advanced, but ran in circles—from twelve to one, from one to two, and on to twelve,and then the same thing again, always the same progression without any progress, wound up again and again for the day’s work without ever getting a break, imprisoned in the same rectangular brown housing. And when at eight in the morning Christine sat down, she was tired—tired not from something achieved and accomplished, but tired in anticipation of everything ahead, the same faces, the same questions, the same chores, the same money.

The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig



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