First Lines, 06/03/14

First Lines, 06/03/14

Damien Willis
First Lines

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First lines of the novel that I was too busy to write today, because I was busy writing:

"As sun set on the mountaintop, the hermit suddenly wondered — almost aloud — if he was crazy. It was not an epiphany, not in any spiritual sense. It started like an ache, like a pebble in one's shoe. Twilight faded, and his mind capsized, sinking into an icy sea of panic.

All night he sat in the moonlight shadows of a sycamore. 'What is crazy when you're alone in the world? What is crazy without the benefit of comparison?' At sunrise, he was pretty sure he knew."

— Damien Willis
June 3, 2014

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