Entry tags:
monumental fugue of volumes
The library appeared to spread outwards from him as from a core. His dejection infected the air about him and diffused its illness upon every side. All things in the long room absorbed his melancholia. The shadowing galleries brooded with slow anguish; the books receding into the deep corners, tier upon tier, seemed each a separate tragic note in a monumental fugue of volumes.
—Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan
no subject
They were right. But I don’t care.
no subject
no subject
Oh help I need to reread everything.