Oxford, eternal Oxford. Cunts in punts, says W. as we walk out along the river. I quote from Arnold's 'Scholar Gypsy', the only poem I know. W. quotes freely from Kafka, which I should know by heart, he says. We are nihilistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts that come into God's head. So God, too wants to die?, I wonder. It's not just us? But perhaps our desires are also God's: perhaps it is only the death of God that we want to see to the end.
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