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"Let My Cry Come Unto Thee..."

vanderleun:

And in those moments, looking on that picture, I came to know a despair that went beyond any puling despair for my miserable self, one that went out and went out from that photograph, like the ripples from a pebble dropped into dark water, until they lapped up against everything in the world, and rendered it all into hacked meat and mute purposeless matter. And I despised the world, and all of humanity, and, indeed, God himself. But most of all, I despised myself.

...and we could all use a little more T S Eliot these days.

Posted by Velociman at February 28, 2009 5:28 PM | TrackBack