The Sisters Brothers

I was not thinking but waiting for a thought, or a feeling.

For an instant I was surprised by this, then not.

I believe he was wondering whom he might be for the rest of his life;

searched through these for the formula’s recipe but could not understand hardly any of what he had written down, this owing less to my ignorance of science and chemistry than to his penmanship, which was atrocious.

the man was too firm in his nonbeliefs for any last-minute cowardice.

which is not to say the roles were reversed, but destroyed.

Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives.

(why did we not return this to him when he was living? It had not occurred to us, is why),

Charlie was asleep on his back, eyes wide open, and with a full erection pressing against the front of his pants, which despite my not wanting to know about the thing I took as a sign of wellness.