“…And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out…”
Page 981, Infinite Jest.
Rest in Peace, David Foster Wallace.
“…And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out…”
Page 981, Infinite Jest.
Rest in Peace, David Foster Wallace.
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