Tuesday, January 21, 2014

From the Archives: Part 107 of The Self and its Sources

“The sound of the chorus came across the water and I felt leap up that old impulse, which has moved me all my life, to be thrown up and down on the roar of other people's voices, singing the same song; to be tossed up and down on the roar of almost senseless merriment, sentiment, triumph, desire.”
The difficulty of ending the novel.

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