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Low life

The divine comedy of Friedrich Nietzsche

26 October 2019

9:00 AM

26 October 2019

9:00 AM

I’ve come back to the empty house for the second time in the six weeks since my mother died. The last time I came back, I felt her lingering presence: benign, modest, humorous. But this time she’s absent. Alison, who came once a week to clean, told me that my mother’s last words to her were: ‘Don’t forget to clean the skirting boards behind the beds.’

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