He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.


Miss Lonelyhearts & The Day of the Locust (ed. New Directions Publishing, 1969) - ISBN: 9780811202152


He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.