. . . but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench.
21 February 2010
Bolaño. Oh, Bolaño, what am I going to do with you?
Every time that I reread what appears to me to be a significant passage, I realize that I was reading it incorrectly before. So many of the things that I have written below are simply wrong.
However, I am not going to sift back through this blog and edit those wrong things. That would be cheating.