Status Updates From The Third Policeman

the two of us on the lofty scaffold, I the victim and he my hangman. I looked blankly and carefully everywhere, seeing for a time no difference between any different things, inspecting methodically every corner of the same unchanging sameness.

Almost all of the numerous petty litigations in which de Selby was involved afford a salutary example of the humiliations which great minds may suffer when forced to have contact with the pedestrian intellects of the unperceiving laity.

It is peculiar that when one expects some horrible incalculable and devastating thing which does not materialize, one is more disappointed than relieved.

Although I thought this speech was rather farfetched and ridiculous, he was gone and I was dead.

He seems to have thought at one time that gravitation was the ‘jailer’ of humanity, keeping it on the one-directional line of oblivion, and that ultimate freedom lay in some upward direction.

his minor failings, all the more pathetic because he regarded some of them as pinnacles of his intellectual prowess rather than indications of his frailty as a human being.

‘Le Suprème charme qu’on trouve à lire une page de de Selby est qu’elle vous conduit inexorablement a l’heureuse certitude que des sots vous n’êtes pas le plus grand.’