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The song features Cohen at his most lugubrious and opaque, which is saying a lot

She stared at a pallid bust of Homer

A frisson of euphoria and disgust

what it must be like to stand on this promontory of years, looking out. Promontory or proscenium, maybe: it is a subset of course of the dramatic monologue

The way the chronophagic machine fights for our attention recalls what Eastern Christianity used to call the demon of acedia