
Saved by RP and
Infinite Jest
Saved by RP and
presbyopic
garage several blocks away, and had run back and drawn the clean blinds and curtains,
enfilade
pleurisy
He had not sat down and outright bold-faced lied to her, it had been more of an impression he’d conveyed and nurtured and allowed to gather its own life and force.
My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair.
But Wallace does something weirder, something more astounding: even when you’re not reading him, he trains you to study the real world through the lens of his prose.