"... and where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray."
The Castle
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The last thing
In death she was smaller, the niece told me afterwards. She had lost all resistance – or rather become the crystalline resistance itself. She was a leavings. The last thing. The word ‘remnant’ came to her. Clearly her aunt had gone, leaving this last thing on the bed.
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