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So here we sit in the moment... Iphigenia's moment, Hart Crane's... And
it's a real shiver, isn't it? We've got Ideas, bite-sized ones of
course, then the slice-of-life in which the hero is ironically revealed
stumbling upon Mortality in the loo. It's a nice start, but what we'd
really like is something, you know, cathartic, a noseful of
poppers, crank in the veins, some fast way to that old Literary Flush,
that lump in the throat, Beauty. We're really a race of blood-suckers,
aren't we? And all we have is the Story. What else can we rely upon,
what else will divert us for a moment of imagined significance?