Even if the skin is falling off,
wrinkling over the bones,
the hair sparse,
purple bags under the eyes
even if she is bent over,
unbathed, uncombed…
even so,
she carries the class.
The high class!
It is just like Bobok the story by Dostoevsky about those who are aware that they are literally rotting beneath the ground, yet they continue speaking in voices that maintain the social class they had when they were alive, as if even in death they were still members of the upper class.
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