And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, “Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
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And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, “Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
“You know that dream of Tolstoy’s where he’s in some sort of bed contraption suspended between the abyss below and the abyss above? You know that one? Well, I gave it to him, the Lord said.”
Joy Williams | “See That You Remember”