HAROLD BRODKEY
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will be inflated over and over. Blood is the boundary of a special
seriousness. Or unseriousness: a silliness of constantly introduced new
dislocations, wavering spacelessness (one is imprisoned), faintings,
weaknesses, blackings-out, continual and spasmodic imbalances ,
wrongnesses: there is even an itching which is tflness-which
IS
sickening and which enquces despair.
One is crazed , dull-headed, resigned, human.
Nonie utters a birdlike shriek, she throws one arm up into the air,
she passes out.
I make an odd, loud breathing noise-I don't know.
I go in search of what comfort there is for me now.
