Sublime

rebukes,

On such coin-toss moments a life can turn. Chance determines our fates at least as profoundly as choice, or those nonexistent notions karma, qismat, “destiny.

in his final death-driven surge towards ‘the big picture’.

It’s just this definition of “author” that Barthes in ’68 was trying to refute, arguing with respect to the first criterion that a writer cannot determine his text’s consequences enough to be really responsible (Salinger wasn’t hauled into court as an accessory when John Lennon was shot), and with respect to the second that the writer’s not the tex

Not only was he not yet dead, he was well into having stepped up and closed in on foreplay predations.

With me too, he was uncalculated, transparent, free from deception, always was what he was, with none of that coolness, that withholding, that design, those hurtful, sometimes clever, always mean, manipulations.

Whatever he had been and whatever he’d been called, he was gone, so I did what usually I did around death which was to forget all about it.