just before falling asleep, i often become aware of a kind of one-sided conversation going on in an adjacent section of my mind, quite independently from the actual trend of my thoughts. it is a neutral, detached anonymous voice, which i catch saying words of no importance to me whatever ~ an english or russian sentence, not even addressed to me, and so trivial that i hardly dare give samples, lest the flatness i wish to convey be marred by a molehill of sense.
And then:
- Into the Crocodile Nest One day, a sentence once quoted fleetingly to me sprang to mind. It came from Saul Bellow’s Henderson The Rain...
- Conversations with Goethe The English, Goethe said in parting, are the shining brown varnish on the sad chiffonier of civilization. Lieutenant Whitby blushed...
- The Judgement “So now you know what else there’s been in the world besides you, until no you’ve known of nothing but...
- Mr Rinyo-Clacton’s Offer When I turned on the lights the place came out of the darkness like an animal caught in the headlamps...
- Yellow Dog And the words enveloped him like an unrecognisable fart, saying: yes, oh yes, this is you, this is you....
- Cold Kingdom Enterprise Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were...
