Rings of Anthony

...just finished reading W.G. Sebald's "The Rings of Saturn," travel narrative on his trips throughout the lesser known areas of England, full of history and meanderings, too many meanderings for one to follow completely. Did like one quote, however:

"I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theatre is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?"


I like that very much ( I sound like Vonnegut).