Jonathan Franzen - The Discomfort Zone

Here the view is clear, / The spirit exalted. / Over there, moving past, / Women float skyward.

“Who’s bothering me now?”

“He goes from one sensation to another—but no satisfaction.”

A murder has occurred, and mankind would like to cry for help.

Now we find out that our prohibitions were Nature’s procrastinations, our secrets her opportunities, our shame her spur, our danger her enjoyment, our defenses her cover, our prayers her breeding season…Fettered love loved its fetters; beaten love, its pain; filthy love, its filth. The revenge of the exiled Eros was the magic of turning every loss into a gain.

I’m learning to see. I don’t know why it is, but everything penetrates into me more deeply and doesn’t stop at the place where, until now, it always used to end. I have an inner life that I didn’t know about. Everything goes there now. I don’t know what happens there.

There are people who wear the same face for years, naturally it gets worn out, it gets dirty, it splits at the folds, it stretches like a pair of gloves that you’ve worn on a trip. These are thrifty, simple people; they don’t change their face, they never even have it cleaned.

“My God, how badly you’ve been reading, Malte.”

…rushed over, grabbed her, kissed her on the mouth and then all over her face, the way a thirsty animal works its tongue over the long-sought spring water. Finally he kissed her neck, where the throat is, and let his lips lie there a long time.

Take A Flying Fuck On A Rolling Doughnut.

But this time, it will be written.

But this time, I will be written.

So, one morning he was arrested.

A card game in which the deck has been stacked.

The Eternal-Feminine / Draws us upward.