...you're incredible.
Let us go then, you and I. When the evening is spread out against the sky. Like a patient etherized upon a table. Let us go through half-deserved streets, the muttering retreats. Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels. And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells : Streets that follow like a tedious argument of insidious intent, to lead you to an overwhelming question.... Oh, do not ask, "what is it?". Let us go and make our visit.