John: Do you really believe that books give meaning to our lives?
Julia: Yes. A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us. What else should it be?
A Gesture of refusal in the face of time. A bid for immortality.
You want people to read you after you are dead.
It affords me some consolation to cling to that prospect.
But why should people of the future bother to read the book you write if it doesn't help them to find meaning in their lives?
Perhaps they will still like to read books that are well written?
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