Thursday, 18 May 2017

Quotes 2017 #138

"There was not a sound in the theatre of the noonday, the stillness was absolute, the solitude complete, only up here, even up here, on top of the hill, penetrated the sound of the jukeboxes, indeed sounding loud, it was a harsh and ugly challenge to this solitude, and coming from the emptiness, almost ludicrous, and so loud, as they listened, it seemed to have kept the birds awake in the fresnos of the zócalo, from where their voices, borne on a sudden cat's-paw, sounded like doors swinging on rusty hinges."

Malcolm Lowry, Dark as the Grave wherein my Friend is Laid.