we shall not come again - 11-22-03

From Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward, Angel -

"Within Eugene, as he paced restlessly up and down the hall or prowled through the house a-search for some entrance he had never found, a bright and stricken thing kept twisting about like a trapped bird. This bright thing, the core of him, his Stranger, kept twisting its head about, unable to look at horror, until at length it gazed steadfastly, as if under a dreadful hypnosis, into the eyes of death and darkness... And as he walked, he twisted his own neck about, and beat the air with his arm like a wing, as if he had received a blow in his kidneys..."