Sublime

Once in the days of my degradation I saw a man walking there, looking at the moon. A man of sorrows, it seemed to me, and acquainted with grief –’ ‘I am not at all sorrowful. I never was. It was all just a trick of the light.’

The beast which Giovanni had awakened in me would never go to sleep again; but one day I would not be with Giovanni any more. And would I then, like all the others, find myself turning and following all kinds of boys down God knows what dark avenues, into what dark places? With this fearful intimation there opened in me a hatred for Giovanni which

“The brain is a funny animal,” he muttered. She cocked her head, looked curiously at him. Suddenly he was afraid; they were their pasts, they had to be or they were nothing at all, and whatever they felt or thought or said in the present was nothing more than an echo of the past; and so when they said what they said, how could they know what their

With every atypical act or word, he was driving me further from the memory of the person I had known, and despite everything that had happened, preserving that idea of him was important. That is why I called the special number he had left me for emergencies: I didn’t know what to do with him, couldn’t coexist with him any longer in this altered

The moon, which is the lovelier memory or reflex of the down-gone sun, the joyous day seen in the faint mirror of the brooding night, had rapt me away.

Seine Augen versanken in dem weichen Gesicht, waren kaum sichtbar.

Wie oft hatte sie sich, wenn auch meist nur für Augenblicke, bei Silvano allein oder, noch öfter, mit ihm inmitten seiner lärmenden Freunde plötzlich fremd und ohne Halt, auf jeden Fall heimatlos gefühlt, als ob sie, Silvano und sie, nie ganz zusammenkommen, nie durch eine letzte Trennwand hindurch und mit den Köpfen endlich zueinanderstoßen

psychical dismemberment, splitting body/ mind /spirit /soul, and the creative work of putting all the pieces together in a new form, a partially unconscious work done in the night by the light of the moon, a labor of re-visioning

There were two moons in the sky—a