They say it’s flat as sea level and, so far as the eye can tell, it sure looks like it — some great, blunt stub of the earth, level as a table, as if the creator had meant to mimic in dirt and pure planes of real estate the dark ascensions and black declinations of space, all His monotonous deep celestials.
“One of life’s best pleasures is reading a book of perfect beauty; more pleasurable still is rereading that book; most pleasurable of all is lending it to the person one loves: Now she is reading or has just read the scene with the mirrors; she who is so lovely is drinking in that loveliness I’ve drunk.”
William T. Vollmann