A Glastonbury Romance?"All human minds, as they move about over the face of the earth, are in touch with a dark reservoir of our race's psychic garbage. Just as all the thrilling and vibrating thoughts that have animated human organisms survive the deaths of these organisms, so all the heavy, cloddish, murderous, desolate thoughts, in which free will and faith and happiness perish like asphyxiated gnats, roll themselves in a foul torrent into a great invisible planetary Malebolge. This Malebolge is always present and near, a little way below the surface, for all our human minds; and it needs certain occurrences, or certain arrangements of matter, to cause an odious and devastating effluvia from its surface-scum to invade the arteries of our consciousness"
The passage from my book I was taken with this morning.
"9:25 decided to make list of things I must do
Years ago, when I lived in Bow, there was this one time when some guy was in the street outside our house absolutely screaming into his phone. I don't think I've ever heard such concentrated vocal rage before. Went on for what seemed like half an hour. I was just glad he was talking in Foreign, because he sounded like he was threatening to poke someone's eyes out with a frozen turd.Now in the flats below there's two sets of screamers but they do their screaming in the daytime and it's more contained. Still alarming though. I a
Can't understand a word they say dos one lot sounds a bit Arabic the other lot sound a bit Eastern Europe. It's worse when they do it in English I find. Better not to understand.