[b]Malcolm Lowry
How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?[/b]
Point taken. If there is one.
To say nothing of what you lose, lose, lose, are losing, man. You fool, you stupid fool … You’ve even been insulated from the responsibility of genuine suffering … Even the suffering you do endure is largely unnecessary. Actually spurious. It lacks the very basis you require of it for its tragic nature. You deceive yourself.
What does it mean to speak of another’s suffering? Let alone to pass judgment on how genuine it is.
Adiós, she added in Spanish, I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.
Thank you.
Sank you.
Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you.
Sank you.
Lost in translation?
Only against death does man cry out in vain.
Maybe in la la land.
Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine.
Let’s file this one under, “he had his reasons”.
Nothing is altered and in spite of God’s mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems senseless I am still in agony. There is no explanation of my life. Indeed there was not, nor was this what he’d meant to convey. Please let Yvonne have her dream – dream? – of a new life with me – please let me believe that all that is not an abominable self-deception, he tried…Please let me make her happy, deliver me from this dreadful tyranny of self. I have sunk low. Let me sink lower still, that I may know the truth. Teach me to love again, to love life. That wouldn’t do either… Where is love? Let me truly suffer. Give me back my purity, the knowledge of the Mysteries, that I have betrayed and lost. – Let me be truly lonely, that I may honestly pray. Let us be happy again somewhere, if it’s only together, if it’s only out of this terrible world. Destroy the world! he cried in his heart.
I was just thinking this myself.