By René Daumal
An evening of significant consuming is between Rene Daumal's most crucial literary works. Like Daumal's Mount Analogue it's a vintage paintings of symbolic fiction. An unnamed narrator spends a night getting inebriated with a gaggle of friends.; because the get together turns into intoxicated and exuberant, the narrator embarks on a trip that levels from seeming paradises to the depths of natural hell. the glorious global depicted in an evening of great consuming is admittedly the normal global grew to become the other way up. The characters are known as the Anthographers, Fabricators of lifeless gadgets, Scienters, Nibblists, Clarificators, and different absurd titles. but the population of those unusual geographical regions are just too commonly used: scientists dissecting an animal of their laboratory, a smart guy surrounded by means of his devotees, politicians, poets expounding their rhetoric. those characters practice hilarious antics and highbrow video games, which they see as severe makes an attempt to discover that means and freedom.
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The room I was in was so familiar that I would have no idea how to begin to describe it. I would be even less capable of drawing you a picture of Aham Egomet, for I seemed to think that he looked j ust like anybody else. He answered to the classic "de scription" pasted up in police stations. Distinguishing marks : none. I would have been perfectly comfortable with this individual from the start but for the obsessive feeling that I was being spied upon by thousands of invisible eyes and ears, that I had become trans parent to all intents and purposes.
And each god will answer: 'Give me back my sun ! ' but there shall be neither suns nor vines nor any manner of living in harmony the one with the other. "Suns and vines, these we still have. But without thirst, no one makes wine. When no one makes wine, vines are not grown. When vines are not grown, the suns move away : they have better things 25 to do than to warm lands which have not drinkers, and they shall say unto one another : 'Come! let us live henceforth for ourselves. " muttered the audience.
Let me do the talking," my companion said. " He goes up to the Prince and the following dialogue takes place : "Where from? " "Klondyke. " "Rifles, machine guns, opium, pornographic books, religious tracts. " "How much? " "Millions of piasters. A hundred thousand victims. Ministerial crisis. " The three myrmidons each fired three times in the air and a fourth round of shots came uncomfortably close as we decamped. "Rather dull chap, His Highness," I said. "That's because you don't know how to use your eyes.
A Night of Serious Drinking by René Daumal