Sublime

An individual’s life consisted of certain classified things: “real things” which were unfrequent and priceless, simply “things” which formed the routine stuff of life; and “ghost things,” also called “fogs,” such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death.

in places the water was like blue vitriol, and in places it seemed as though the moonlight were liquefied and filling the bay instead of water.

sacramental

he wasn’t yet able to see Josie separately from the other humans, some of whom had angered him very much on account of their Pollution and inconsideration, and

a drowsy hum rose up from the morning, the mares nodded, there were the foals, here was the dog, and it is all a bloody lie, he thought: we have fallen inevitably into it, it is as if, upon this one day in the year the dead come to life, or so one was reliably informed on the bus, this day of visions and miracles, by some contrariety we have been

and she looks into my eyes as if trying to catch the image of a minnow that has darted across the pool of a limpid spring.

hypnagogic

All that looking leaks out; the sentiment is the purplest hue of purple prose. The ravens were in mourning. They settled in the branches, sending messages arranged in black dollops, notes on staff, encoding cloudy medium of the gloaming. That day, the last telegram said simply this: This is the last telegram.

Il était trop hébété pour penser, mais sentait bien qu’il n’aimait pas ce qu’il était devenu. Il se dégoûtait, comme s’il avait subi une dégradation, ou comme s’il était intrinsèquement vil. Tout ce qui le faisait semblable aux dieux avait disparu. L’éperon de l’ambition s’était émoussé, il n’avait plus assez de vitalité en lui pour en ressentir