Poignancy
PoignancyMy favourite sentence in the English language comes from the greatest novel I’ve ever read. Maggots already writhe across the human sausage, the drool pouring from my lips dribbles over them, and still I can’t tell if I’m cooking any of this correctly, because I’m crying too hard and I have never really cooked anything before.Poignancy. It’s Robert Thompson sewing a wedding dress in jail, it’s British peacekeepers in Gorazde using Welsh, a murdered language, as code. It’s Patrick Bateman and the little boy inside.
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