Even the “we” is theory: I never quite get to see the distant opponent, for all the apparatus of the game.
Classic unipolars were usually tormented by the conviction that no one else could hear or understand them when they tried to communicate.
- the fear belongs to you alone
- that fear is incommunicable
- that one might share aspects of one’s fear, but not its essence (pp. 61-63)
And any dreams you do have seem ragged at the edges, gnawed on, incomplete.
- “the insurance claim” (pp. 138)
- on video phonography (pp. 144-151)
miscellaneous loose ends
American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels.
A U.S. of modern A. where the State is not a team or a code, but a sort of sloppy intersection of desires and fears, where the only public consensus a boy must surrender to is the acknowledged primacy of straight-line pursuing this flat and short-sighted idea of personal happiness…
(pp. 83) – 1st ¶ @ pp. 84 5★