Work, family, third fatherland, cunt, finances, art and nature, heart and conscience, health, housing conditions, God and man, so many disasters.
Auster leaned back on the sofa, smiled with a certain ironic pleasure, and lit a cigerette.
E: What about hanging ourselves?
V: Hmmm. It’d give us an erection!
Sounds like an idea.
‘You see, the world is in fragmentns, sir. Not only have we lost our sense of purpose, we have lost the language whereby we can speak of it.’ Continue reading
‘Not riddle enough to scare human love from it, not solution enough to put to sleep human wisdom: a humanly good thing was the world to me today, of which such bad things are said.’
‘Roentgen rays, whatever rays are coming next. Seems every day somebody’s discovering another new piece of the spectrum, out there beyond visible light, or a new extension of the mind beyond conscious thought, and maybe someplace far away the two domains are even connected up.’ Continue reading