I am electric; I cannot express the sharpened crystalline nature of my phenomenal body now; I cannot really convey its airlessness. But I can tell you that its catalyst is on page 585 of my copy of The Magic Mountain, and some parts before and especially afterwards.

For synapsomatic, mostly, although I think a few others of you would appreciate the passage:
Herr Settembrini was forever going on about progress. As if progress, to the extent such a thing existed, was not due solely to illness, or better, to creative genius, which was one and the same thing as illness. As if those who were healthy had not always lived from ( Read more... )

Lots of loose ends!

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