Phelgm

W. has been coughing up green phlegm, he tells me. It's like something out of The Omen. He's been in bed for days, really ill. Green phlegm is a good sign, I tell him. You need to get it all out. It means the infection is passing. But W. doesn't trust my medical advice.

W. hasn't had a thought while he was ill, he tells me. He always thinks he will. It worked for Kafka, didn't it? And what about Blanchot? But W.'s illnesses lead nowhere, he says. They always disappoint him.