September 2011
4 posts
David Foster Wallace: A Radically Condensed...
When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked.Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times.One never knew,after all, now...
“The good life is the holy life (wholly living, wholly dying.) It is the kind of...”
– Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymous Bosch
