it's a deep rooted yearning

Jul 31, 2007 21:08

For the time being, all health issues have subsided. In addition, I officially have my first salary job ever. Looks like I'll be at the DOHMH for another couple of years.

The tune came in not through his ears but his skin, which erupted in goose-pimples all over; 'twas as if his blood were oil, and fire had been laid to it, and serrated flames were racing from his heart to his extremities, and probing through the uncanny mazes and dark recesses of his brain.
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Other men seemed to've been blessed with the ability to live in the moment, and to have experiences {Daniel imagined} in the raw vivid way that animals did. But not he. How would the ceremony, the pageantry of the Queen's visit to Parliament look, to one who could see them thus? Colorful, magnificent, mesmerizing, Daniel supposed. He'd never know. Daniel could only see a sick old lady paying a call on a room full of anxious blokes who hadn't bathed in a while.
Neal Stephenson, The System of the World {Volume 3 of the Baroque Cycle}


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