Henry Barthes op 30 juni

,,There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher?”

Engagement of detachment? Onverschilligheid versus opstand… Back to my ,,House of Usher” for the last time this year.