Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Fear Is a Man's Best Friend
A friend once uttered, "It is a wise man who every day learns something new to fear."
I sent him the following quote the other day, from a book I've been working on:
What did he fear?
The commital of homicide or suicide during sleep by an aberration of the light of reason, the incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the cerebral convolutions.
An email from him earlier today:
Today I woke up fearing that the text of the most sacred work in Modernism is ensconced in Bod's capable, yet conspiratorial hands.
The novel's behind me, but miles to go, oddly.