#p. 213

[smallshelvesofincident]

...was as irreproachable in itself as the stationery of a bank or the presentation of a menu by a headwaiter.

James Salter, The Burning Of Days

[mythologyofblue]

I greedily embraced the never-ending sadness of human life. At that moment I wanted to be overwhelmed by it. Nothing else but the sadness of destruction seemed real. I would sink down, be its victim, fall asleep in it. How can I describe the deep vibrating pleasure I felt? Perhaps it was a little like the moment just before a child bursts into tears. He knows he is going to cry, he does nothing about it, he has no shame, he wants to be drowned, to be swallowed up forever in his own unhappiness.

Denton Welch, A Voice Through A Cloud