Since I’ve started thinking about this story, I’ve gotten boils, piles, eye strain, stomach spasms, anxiety attacks. Finally I am consumed by the thought that at a certain point we all become nothing more than dying animals.
Ronald Sukenick, The Death of the Novel and Other Stories, p. 49
1 year ago on December 30, 2011 at 02:39am
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