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'imagine walking across a tightrope suspended high in the summer air above a bay flooded in the mauve glow of sunset, the music of beethoven's "ode to joy" surrounding you. now imagine the tightrope is actually razor-wire, and gusts of wind challenge every tortuous step into sublime infinity. this is the paradox of emotions one feels when reading ____________, the paradigmatic cry of the tortured artist whose explosive intensity of passion is equaled only by the profundity of his despair. in this hauntingly lyrical meditation on darkness, stemming from a sustained insomniac hyper-lucidity, _____________ cries out a devastating nihilism that is in the end betrayed by his own intransigent lust for being. compels reading and rereading.'


não, não é uma sinopse grandiloquente deste blogue. antes um texto de apresentação e elogio, pela mão do próprio editor, que acompanha uma das edições da obra 'on the heights of despair', do ilustre camarada e. m. cioran.

mas percebo quem pensou outra coisa.