Flyting stood at the polar opposite of panegyric, which is to say that it consisted of personal abuse. Freakishly well written, and fantastically hostile
Boredom and sordor used to be asked to be seen as interesting and beautiful, and you could do it, with your energy.
[...] The only other good news to come Richard’s way since his return from America was that Anstice, his devoted secretary at The Little Magazine, had not taken a welcome break, alone, in the Isle of Mull, as everyone thought, but, instead, had gone home and killed herself.
Alcohol, naturally, retained its suzerainty.
how have i never heard this word before wtf
[...] The television in his room went about its transmissions nonjudgmentally, but to Richard the set itself often seemed scandalized and even persecuted by these gladiatorial displays—this modern marriage of window-shopping and blood sport. Or this post-modern marriage: pornography tried to occupy…
