"It's all so painfully empty and lonesome... I don't think I can stand any more of it... the whole dreadful way we are born, die, and are never missed. The fact there is *nobody*... nobody really... We come out of a yawning tomb of flesh and sink back finally into another tomb. What is the point of it all? Who thought up this sickening circle of flesh and blood? We come into the world bleeding and cut and our bones half-crushed only to emerge and suffer more torment, multilation, and then at the last lie down in some hole in the ground forever. Who could have thought it up, I wonder?" -- James Purdy

"It's all so painfully empty and lonesome... I don't think I can stand

any more of it... the whole dreadful way we are born, die, and are

never missed. The fact there is *nobody*... nobody really... We come

out of a yawning tomb of flesh and sink back finally into another tomb.

What is the point of it all? Who thought up this sickening circle of

flesh and blood? We come into the world bleeding and cut and our bones

half-crushed only to emerge and suffer more torment, multilation, and

then at the last lie down in some hole in the ground forever. Who could

have thought it up, I wonder?"

-- James Purdy



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