Thursday, September 30, 2010


"Things were rupturing and nothing held. Books were solid, yet time was molten.
Books were consistent, yet people were not. Books dealt in cause & effect, yet life was inexplicable disorder. Nothing was as it was in a book, something about which he forever after harboured aa dull resentment that finally found expression as vengence."

Gould's Book of Fish
a novel in 12 fish

by Richard Flanagan

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