I felt that the decrepit state of these once magnificent buildings, with their broken gutters, walls blackened by rainwater, crumbling plaster revealing the coarse masonry beneath it, windows boarded up or clad with corrugated iron, precisely reflected my own state of mind.

We all have appointments with the past.

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.

Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!

The Noonday Demon explores the subterranean realms of an illness which is on the point of becoming endemic, and which more than anything else mirrors the present state of our civilization and its profound discontents. As wide-ranging as it is incisive, this astonishing work is a testimony both to the muted suffering of millions and to the great courage it must have taken the author to set his mind against it.

And so they are ever returning to us, the dead.

... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion.