Tuesday, June 18, 2013
the last book I ever read (The Accursed by Joyce Carol Oates, excerpt fourteen)
from The Accursed by Joyce Carol Oates:
One thing was clear: the eye-piercing sunlight of the Antarctic was beautiful beyond all human language, and Josiah counted himself blessed to have come so far unscathed. So frigid was the air, one could not easily judge whether it was injurious to the lungs and heart, or communicated a voluptuous thrill as it pinched, pricked, stabbed, slashed, and seared white-hot, seeking entry into the human body at every exposed pore.
I do not hurt! I give no pain!—so promises the Cold. I shall numb your senses in the sweetest oblivion.