Thursday, February 11, 2016
"He kissed her, in Lydian mode, and went to the door."
(Samuel Beckett, Murphy, Chapter Eight)
The pleasures of re-reading & happening upon a sentence that - years later - still takes my breath away.
. rrh'isOIV ... a wasp just buzzed in through the Velux & went scrabbling across the desk & keyboard ... now up & ...