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1. In hospital – Obituary – Odyssey of Thomas Browne’s skull – Anatomy lecture – Levitation – Quincunx – Fabled creatures – Urn burial

The writing is more than fine, switching effortlessly from subject to subject however, which asks a strong concentration that cannot be expected to simply and easily be coughed up. An interruption seems disastrous...

To see one’s name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer’s day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.

Under the wonderful influence of the painkillers coursing through me, I felt, in my iron-framed bed, like a balloonist floating weightless amidst mountainous clouds towering in every side. At times the billowing masses would past and I gazed out at the indigo vastness and down into the depths where I suppose the earth to be, a black and impenetrable maze.

Very Sebald! Wandering, sometimes beautiful meditations triggered by a walk across Suffolk on the mid-nineties. Deals with death, loss, silk worms and landscape across ten meditative chapters. Engrossing.