“Dream is a second life. I have never been able to cross through those gates of ivory or horn which separate us from the invisible world without a sense of dread. The first few instants of sleep are the image of death; a drowsy numbness steals over our thoughts, and it becomes impossible to determine the precise point at which the self, in some other form, continues to carry on the work of existence.”
On Gérard de Nerval and lobster-walking.
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One of my favorite images of a poet: Nerval walking his lobster, Thibault, on a blue leash through Paris’s Parc Royal....
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