Sunday,
8 November
8 November
∞
“I paid my money aboveground; I had come to look upon my future. But when after walking the long arid angles of prior underground alleys I first encountered my brothers and sisters, calcified appurtenances of human beings now otherwise got to dirt, and rat flesh, and root flesh and green leaves soon to die again, I felt nothing but a mildly melancholy curiosity.”
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- William T. Vollmann’s Rising up and rising down (abbridged), page 2.
I love it when I read a book, and at the top of page 2 I find a word I don’t know and have to go look it up. Usually means it’s a book I’ll never finish and a word I’ll likely never see again.