It's not going well, is it?, says W. It's going badly, I agree. The stars are going out, or they should be … The disaster cannot come quickly for us. We're dependent upon it; we need it to come as a correlate of our sense of the disaster, which is overwhelming.
When we're brought to our knees by the real disaster, it will account for our being brought to our knees by our sense of the disaster. It will legitimate us; at last everyone will understand, although they'll be too busy with their own troubles to think to understand.
But we'll be content, won't we? At last our lives - the whole fiasco of our lives – will have made sense.
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