Sublime

Frank Norris’s ungainly naturalist novel McTeague in the former and to T. S. Eliot’s cryptic “The Waste Land” in the latter.

And so on.

I began reading literature again: Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, B. S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates, Tolstoy’s Ivan Ilyich, Nagel’s Mind and Cosmos, Woolf, Kafka, Montaigne, Frost, Greville, memoirs of cancer patients—anything by anyone who had ever written about mortality.

Camus donne le nom d'un romancier capable de ramasser dans un même ouvrage les idées, les intrigues, les personnages, la vie, l'expérience, la réflexion sur le sens de la vie : André Malraux, un homme de lettres de trente-sept ans déjà célèbre. Ailleurs, Camus avoue huit lectures de La Condition humaine.

I felt empty: no furniture, no curtains, no rugs. Just an empty container.

Rimbaud

one of his best-selling authors, Willard Huntington Wright, better known to hundreds of thousands of readers as S. S. Van Dine.