Been reading Henry Miller’s *Tropic of Cancer* these days. ISBN 0-8021-3178-6. Some quotes I found:
The day is sneaking in like a leper... (p. 161)
When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow; it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand. (p. 178)
No matter where you go, no matter what you touch, there is cancer and syphilis. It is written in the sky; it flames and dances, like an evil portent. It has eaten into our souls and we are nothing but a dead thing like the moon. (p. 185)
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