Satantango, page 55

Satantango - László Krasznahorkai, George Szirtes

However apparently insignificant the event, whether it be the ring of tobacco ash surrounding the table, the direction from which the wild geese first appeared, or a series of seemingly meaningless human movements, he couldn't afford to take his eyes off it and must note it all down, since only by doing so could he hope not to vanish one day and fall a silent captive to the infernal arrangement whereby the world decomposes but is at the same time constantly in the process of self-construction.


(Sorry for spamming, I thought about doing status updates on GR, but even this sentence is too much for the character limit.)