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{krook combusts} jeff winter “O Horror, he IS here! and this, from which we run away, striking out the light and overturning one another into the street, is all that represents him.” – Bleak House One less drop of gin, one less document lying about, one less sack of hair cluttering up the place and things might have ended differently. This is what happens to the illiterate who spend all their time reading. This is what comes of cultivating expertise by memorizing symbols and hoarding the effluvia, the questions, the keys. Better to keep to your station and bathe the brain in dirty water when it begins to blaze. The brain that blazes will scorch the magazine that stores it, leaving others to poke at the ashes and put together the pieces you spent your whole life collecting but could not, in the end, make fit. Better to follow the example of the cat, to scrape and claw when commanded, and otherwise to be watchful but impassive, mindful of the movement surrounding you but mindful above all of your long legacy of exclusion and eavesdropping. |
