Writing later: "...a sad morning, an east wind has brought its grey and misty clouds to weep over us...
:) Come on, Andrew, let's go to a whorehouse, it'll cheer you up.
"to soothe us with the melancholy of its falling tears; oh that pattering of the rain drops when alone, it ever causes thoughts of the new made graves...
:o
"...washed and hallowed by its fall; of the oppressive slumber; the hidous fixedness of the body below; of its long, long sleep.
Wait, wait! Don't tell me...Um...morbid thoughts!
"When at home, it gives a soft melancholy feeling that disposes me to the most exquisite enjoyment of the society of those I love.
! Drewski, road trip! Let's go back to Philly!
"Cut off from the outward world that chills and hardens the heart and fills it with disgust and evil passions, we turn towards each other with subdued and chastened spirit, known to each other truly, whilst mutually sympathisizing with our now common joys and griefs, the sun's intruding light is marked with sorrow."
As I read that sentence he has decompensated, he is experiencing "loosening of association," the sentence does not make sense:
"Cut off from the outward world...," should be a bad thing (He is in Provincetown, Cape Cod (pop. 1500) by the way, not Outer Mongolia),
But it's not bad because the outside world "chills and hardens the heart and fills it with disgust and evil passions."
So he should be good cut off from all that shit in Provincetown.
But he's not good because he turns toward some other person, some unseen, unknown person or persons, or maybe mankind I don't fucking know! and "we" are all "subdued and chastened..." "...mutually sympathisizing"..."sun's intruding light"..."sorrow." And somewhere in the distance a dog barks.
So yeah, the sentence doesn't hold together.
:) Come on, Andrew, let's go to a whorehouse, it'll cheer you up.
"to soothe us with the melancholy of its falling tears; oh that pattering of the rain drops when alone, it ever causes thoughts of the new made graves...
:o
"...washed and hallowed by its fall; of the oppressive slumber; the hidous fixedness of the body below; of its long, long sleep.
Wait, wait! Don't tell me...Um...morbid thoughts!
"When at home, it gives a soft melancholy feeling that disposes me to the most exquisite enjoyment of the society of those I love.
! Drewski, road trip! Let's go back to Philly!
"Cut off from the outward world that chills and hardens the heart and fills it with disgust and evil passions, we turn towards each other with subdued and chastened spirit, known to each other truly, whilst mutually sympathisizing with our now common joys and griefs, the sun's intruding light is marked with sorrow."
As I read that sentence he has decompensated, he is experiencing "loosening of association," the sentence does not make sense:
"Cut off from the outward world...," should be a bad thing (He is in Provincetown, Cape Cod (pop. 1500) by the way, not Outer Mongolia),
But it's not bad because the outside world "chills and hardens the heart and fills it with disgust and evil passions."
So he should be good cut off from all that shit in Provincetown.
But he's not good because he turns toward some other person, some unseen, unknown person or persons, or maybe mankind I don't fucking know! and "we" are all "subdued and chastened..." "...mutually sympathisizing"..."sun's intruding light"..."sorrow." And somewhere in the distance a dog barks.
So yeah, the sentence doesn't hold together.
