Sublime

Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive—character—is all that matters in the end.

cells was viewed as a baby in America.

Burgess’s novel showed how to use hyperbolic language to convey deadened emotional states.

occult

And but so the narrow-faced pestidor, poised over his compote, reacts to the sudden and quivering and doubtless low-on-his-list-of-expected-appearances appearance of the big wicked Dexter target arrow with a shocked spasm that sends Magda the flight attendant’s morning brandy straight into her lap.

the human megaphone is in full swing.

All that’s left to sell up here is nostalgia, those recent yesterdays when tomorrow seemed the answer to everything a human might ever want.

it’s not the world that needs saving. Only the thing that people call by the same name.

THE MACHINE BEGINS TO SELF-DESTRUCT