Infinite Summer
(Tomado de acá)
I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.
I am in here.
Etiquetas: david foster wallace, infinite jest, infinite summer
01:11 • Compartir en Gacetilla
❉❉❉
