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Beautiful sentences

His cry went on through the final image: the spots of raw bright blood on the earth. Blood on excrement. The supreme moment, high above the desert, when the two elements, blood and excrement, long kept apart, merge. A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky’s  clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose, Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.

Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky


Beautiful Sentences

It seems as though there might be some place in the world they could have been left alone.

Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky.