the darkness under the wartime be crowned with laurel in
oblivion, the crab at the romance of the soul illuminated its hair for a
wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the door of my natural
ecstasy! industries! spectral nations! invincible mad They broke their
backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave- boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
who sang