Maybe you can trap one idea here and another there and, with time, after many years, out of the ruins and some lost jewel among the unearthed bones, you’ll be able to reconstruct the splendor of my defeat.
Maybe you can trap one idea here and another there and, with time, after many years, out of the ruins and some lost jewel among the unearthed bones, you’ll be able to reconstruct the splendor of my defeat.
“He’d caught a fatal glimpse of that level where everybody knew everybody else, where however political fortunes below might bloom and die, the same people, the Real Ones, remained year in and year out, keeping what was desirable flowing their way.”
Thomas Pynchon | Vineland