John (Joseph) Maxwell Coetzee. In the heart of the country (№ 192664)

I'm a black widow in mourning for my life. All my life I was left to lie forgotten, dusty, like an old Shoe, or used as a weapon to bring the house in order and control over the servants. But I see the point of its existence quite differently, he hesitantly flickers somewhere in my inner darkness: I - case, an empty shell for the interior space.