Wednesday, February 01, 2006


...and that night when we fell silent it was as if, in close collaboration with chance, we had composed a scene that might have figured in a silent film, a white screen, test tubes and retorts, and the film burning, burning, burning, and then Don Salvador spoke of Schelling (whom he had never read according to Farewell), Schelling's notion of melancholy as yearning for the infinite - Sehnsucht - and cited neurological operations in which the nerve fibres joining the thalamus to the cerebral cortex of the frontal lobe had been severed...
Roberto BolaƱo, Nocturno de Chile, 30.