Sublime

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is. I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am tou

In his shield, stuffed between the layers, was Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

‘If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.

sideways so

a brave new world of persistent good fortune, joy without trouble, felicity with no penalty.