"--Over there, nearer, they've arrived jiggling all over with curiosity, the little fallen sparrows--asking themselves quetions--swish, they're gone."

"No possible way of avoiding enigmas. Like people in cafeterias smile when they're arriving and sitting down at the table but when they're leaving, when in unison their chairs scrape back they pick up their coats and things with glum faces (all of them the same degree of semi-glumness which is a special glumness that is disappointed that the promise of the first-arriving smiling moment didn't come out or if it did it died after a short life)--and during that short life which has the same blind unconscious quality as the orgasm, everything is happning to all their souls--this is the GO--the summation pinnacle possible in human relationships--lasts a second--the vibratory message is on--yet it's not so mystic either, it's love and sympathy in a flash. Similarly we who make the mad night all the way (four-way sex orgies, three-day conversations, uninterrupted transcontinental drives) have that momentary glumness that advertises the need for sleep--reminds us it is possible to stop all this--more so reminds us that the moment is ungraspable, is already gone and if we sleep we can call it up again mixing it with unlimited other beautiful combinations--shuffle the old file ards of the soul in demented hallucinated sleep--So the people in the cafeteria have that look but only until their hats and things are picked up, because the glumness is also a signal they send one another, a kind of a "Goodnight Ladies" of perhaps interior heart politeness. What kind of friend would smile openly in the faces of his friends when it's the time for glum coatpicking and bending to leave? So it's a sign of "Now we're leaving this table which had promised so much--this is our obsequy to the sad." The glumness goes as soon as someone says something and they head for the door--laughing they fling back echoes to the scene of their human disaster--they go off down the street in the new air provided by the world.
Ah the mad hearts of all of us."

--visions of cody