The Contented Effigies Quotes

“Job was a moon madman. At every lunar tide, the desperation of great souls, the dizziness of space only made him into a nubile hemisphere of extraordinary sensitivity. Emotion would swell the air bubble which lived off the walls of his brain and his reason flew away. He flung himself frantically in the mud, his face torn with happiness, his whole being activated by an invisible pointsman, his vocal cords vibrating like reeds. He would buzz from tree to tree, from window to window, like a bee searching for gold bullion. The guttural sea-voice reverberated in his ears, labyrinthine shells, and lost itself in the damp caverns of his skull. There was no more need to speak.”
― Joyce Mansour, New Writing and Writers