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they escaped from the garish flames into | they escaped from the garish flames into | ||
the dark eternal depths. Only once since | the dark eternal depths. Only once since | ||
that last year winter | that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago [[?]] before we moved out to | ||
the new house on the North Shore, has a | the new house on the North Shore, has a | ||
purely visual impression | purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow | ||
comparable to the | comparable to the stab inflicted by that picture of this burning [crossed out: sinking] | ||
vessel. That was at the moment of emerging | vessel. That was at the moment of emerging | ||
from one of the tunnels along the Autostrada | |||
to Rome at the season when the slopes and embankments | to Rome at the season when the slopes and embankments | ||
beyond the dilating aperture were blazing | beyond the dilating aperture were blazing | ||
with the pure yellow of the dense | with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] [[?]] | ||
which seemed to | which seemed to [[?]] them completely. Then, | ||
again I felt my eyes | again I felt my eyes cringe as the banality | ||
of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate | of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate | ||
and I found myself deeply, unaccounatably | and I found myself deeply, unaccounatably | ||
shaken | shaken. |
Revision as of 04:35, 8 July 2021
when you weren't expecting it. That was the one which showed a sinking vessel in flames. You could see how I had keeled over and the struggles of the drowning crew as they escaped from the garish flames into the dark eternal depths. Only once since that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago ? before we moved out to the new house on the North Shore, has a purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow comparable to the stab inflicted by that picture of this burning [crossed out: sinking] vessel. That was at the moment of emerging from one of the tunnels along the Autostrada to Rome at the season when the slopes and embankments beyond the dilating aperture were blazing with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] ? which seemed to ? them completely. Then, again I felt my eyes cringe as the banality of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate and I found myself deeply, unaccounatably shaken.