From behind 1.08
Always the pain, the chaos of composition. He could not find order in the field of little symbols. The nature of things was to be elusive. Things slipped through his perception. He could not get a grip on the runaway world. He knew things. It wasn't that he didn't know.DeLillo, Libra, 211
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