One of the arcane pleasures of reading avowedly dense & incredibly thick tomes is coming across the sentence that bursts up through the pavement with a tremendous mycological ardour - white, true, a small gleaming fragment of a vast organic lattice, thus:
The Northern Lights which had drawn them from their childhood beds in lower latitudes on so many deep winter nights, while summoning in their parents obscure feelings of dread, could now be viewed up here at any time from within, at altitude, in heavenwide pulses of color, dense sheets and billows and colonnades of light and current, in transfiguration unceasing.
- Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day
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baudot:
London. I had it hidden but not locked up while I was away for 40 minutes and someone nicked it out of the room in the hostel.
ryu:
If I'm really careful, and take it slow, I can get quite a good tan, but I do usually burn a couple of times a summer..... the curse of pale skin!