Friday, October 2, 2009

"How long had they been? Three hours? More? The distance between then and now was packed full of timeduring which his furious mind had prodded the outsides of a myriad fantasies and (if he were asked he would have said) nothing had happened. Thoughts of madness: Perhaps those moments of micast reality or lost time were the points (during times when nothing happened) when the prodding broke through. The language that happened on other muscles than the tongue was better for grasping these. Things he could not say wobbled in his mouth, and brought back, vividly in the black, how at age four he had sat in teh cellar, putting into his mouth, one after the other, blue, orange, and pink marbles, to see if he could taste the colors."
from Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delany