"The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything."
This is the sublime Saul Bellow in Humboldt's Gift. The thoughts are partially ironised – they belong to the novel's narrator, who is struggling to summarise a range of impenetrable philosophical works – but nevertheless contain immense truth and beauty. However, it is by working through and beyond that initial intervening "literally" that he gets to the pure metaphor of the last sentence. And it is in that last sentence that we hit the heights of genius.
This is the sublime Saul Bellow in Humboldt's Gift. The thoughts are partially ironised – they belong to the novel's narrator, who is struggling to summarise a range of impenetrable philosophical works – but nevertheless contain immense truth and beauty. However, it is by working through and beyond that initial intervening "literally" that he gets to the pure metaphor of the last sentence. And it is in that last sentence that we hit the heights of genius.
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