Samuel R Delany
- Dhalgren
My sensibilities have grown as inflamed as our giant sun. I am writing poems now because there is nothing else to read except the newspaper, discussing for pages the rumors and ephemera that fume through the city. How can this go on when such moons rise and such suns set? I am living this way because the horror here seems preferable to life in Tarzan's family.
Samuel R Delany
- Dhalgren
I have lost a name. So? If the inhabitants of this city have one thing in common, it is that such accidents don't interest them; that is neither lauded here as freedom nor wailed as injury; it is taken as a fact of landscape, not personality.
Samuel R Delany
- Dhalgren
I have to keep mentioning this timelessness because the phenomenon irritates the part of the mind over which time's passage registers, so that instants, seconds, minutes are painfully real, but hours - much less days and weeks - are leftover noises from a dead tongue.
