I will look white again like a disease, you will see my whiteness and feel dis-ease, lovers alone wear sunlight, ee’s said.

As he began to understand himself more and more (to the extent at least that any man truly understands himself), he recognized that his only moments of lasting (to extent that any moments can be lasting) satisfaction came by moving until movement was no longer possible. Satisfaction was pure, continuous, corporeal destruction and rebuilding through a prolonged rest, justified by the prerequisite damaging.

To see Bburke chug a beer was to witness a small act of unmitigated perfection. One could hope to be able to chug a beer only as fast as Bburke; nobody harbored delusions of being able to chug faster.