"He was a barracks filled with stubborn back-looking ghosts still recovering, even forty-three years afterward, from the fever which had cured the disease, waking from the fever without even knowing that it had been the fever itself which they had fought against and not the sickness, looking with stubborn recalcitrance backward beyond the fever and into the disease with actual regret, weak from the fever yet free from the disease and not even aware that the freedom was that of impotence."
A bit more to my taste than any of that petulant Celine: in the wiki piece on "As I lay dying", read from "...Cash complains that this has caused his carefully-designed coffin to become unbalanced..." "When a stray log upsets the wagon..."
quote for another book of Faulkner:
ReplyDelete"He was a barracks filled with stubborn back-looking ghosts still recovering, even forty-three years
afterward, from the fever which had cured the disease, waking from the fever without even knowing
that it had been the fever itself which they had fought against and not the sickness, looking with stubborn recalcitrance backward beyond the fever and into the disease with actual regret, weak from the fever yet free from the disease and not even aware that the freedom was that of impotence."
how's the Céline ? A. Leverkühn
A bit more to my taste than any of that petulant Celine: in the wiki piece on "As I lay dying", read from "...Cash complains that this has caused his carefully-designed coffin to become unbalanced..."
ReplyDelete"When a stray log upsets the wagon..."