January 2011
5 posts
A Concrete Reality
Now he saw suddenly, without the glass, in the clear light of day, those badly daubed pictures. ”Yes, yes, there are they; there are the cheating forms that excited torments and ecstasies in me,” he said to himself, going over in imaginaion the chief pictures of the magic latern of his life, looking at them now in the cold, white daylight of a clear view of death.
-LT
