Sublime

It was an interesting sight, too, to see our noble ship, dismantled of all her top-hamper of long tapering masts and yards, and boom pointed with spear-head, which ornamented her in port; and all that canvas, which a few days before had covered her like a cloud, from the truck to the water's edge, spreading far out beyond her hull on either side, n

The name “New York” glittered in front of her like the silver in the shops on Michigan Boulevard. It was silver, and it was solid, and it was remote: it was behind glass, it was behind bright glass like the silver in the shops. It was not for her. Yet.

Passaient les jours, revenaient les nuits, recommençait la mort. Intraitable. Les cadavres en décomposition dans les lits des ravines, sur les terrains vagues, faisaient corps avec les immondices, témoins l’un et l’autre d’une époque déchiquetée afin qu’aucun souvenir ne subsiste. Aucun. Dodo, dans son délire, dans son alcool, disait que la vie c’é

detritus

The flotsam that rides the gyres is called drift.

The once-collapsing Ul Qoma rookeries, crenellated and lumpenbaroque (not that I saw them—I unsaw carefully, but they still registered a little, illicitly, and I remembered the styles from photographs), were renovated, the sites of galleries and .uq startups.