In the part of the night where it's quietest, around three or four o'clock, I started wondering where this black man's soul had disappeared to as it left his body. His thoughts, impressions, memories, whatever: the background noise we all have in our head that stops us from forgetting we're alive. It had to go somewhere: it couldn't just vaporize—it must have gushed, trickled or dripped onto some surface, stained it somehow. Everything must leave some kind of mark.


Ch. 11. - Remainder (2005)

Tom McCarthy Quotes

In the part of the night where it's quietest, around three or four o'clock, I started wondering where this black man's soul had disappeared to as it...

In the part of the night where it's quietest, around three or four o'clock, I started wondering where this black man's soul had disappeared to as it...

In the part of the night where it's quietest, around three or four o'clock, I started wondering where this black man's soul had disappeared to as it...

In the part of the night where it's quietest, around three or four o'clock, I started wondering where this black man's soul had disappeared to as it...