“I've been meditating for years. It's gotten to the point where I can very easily meditate until my mind goes blank. But then the problem is, there is no one to blame.” ― Garry Shandling
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Whose that meataphor?
All at once, Robert was screaming and struggling with the strength of frenzy. Jack had him by the hair and was brandishing his knife. Behind him was Roger, fighting to get close. The chant rose ritually, as at the last moment of a dance or a hunt.
"Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!"
Ralph too was fighting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerable flesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering