"Could there ever be a more delicious sensation than the intimacy of the page, a better partner in any sin or crime than the white expanses, the undiscovered country, the unspoiled future....
...But the moment we lift the pen, the moment we use language, laden as it is with the past, with the victors of conquests and the blood of the vanquished, all the ghosts come flooding back, and we drown."
— Dec 18, 2025 11:29AM
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