What beauty can compare to that of a cantina in the early morning? - Malcolm Lowry

I wake to a darkness in which I must follow myself endlessly, hating the I who so eternally pursues and confronts me. If we could rise from our misery, seek each other once more, and find again the solace of each other’s lips and eyes.

Though tragedy was in the process of becoming unreal and meaningless it seemed one was still permitted to remember the days when an individual life held some value and was not a mere misprint in a communiqué.

But my lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can’t get drunk however much I drink.