Out of Play, the Dead
Claude Benady
1950
At last the time has come. Amid the returning horde, I shall be once more separated from myself. The drama unfolds between the domed sky and the crazily calm sea. Order gorges itself on conquests: it sees everything as conquest, immeasurable grandeur. Possession slides into the heart from the point where day ends. (The mad rolling of the waves…
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