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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 as many years ago [ineligible] before we moved out to
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 stuck me with a force somehow
purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow
comparable to the state inflicted by that [ineligible] burning
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 brown
with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] [[?]]
which seemed to envy them completely.  Then,
which seemed to [[?]] them completely.  Then,
again I felt my eyes cling as the banality
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.