“The anticipation of a nervous breakdown. Dialogues on the ecstatic in
elliptical treachery. Monomania, exaltation of the One, obsessions nurtured
into hysterical collapsing memories. Street corner death in hopeless wails hanging
from the terrible arcature of night. The faces will look similar, so respond with soft
breath: they will receive it. Pronounce with reverence and execute with resolve.
Let that which is spoken resound: they will hear it.” BSTB
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