In some warped way, having an embalmed body with us made perfect sense.
How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.
Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.
He had a new girl, and I told him she looked like Marilyn Monroe. He smiled because he thought I meant she was beautiful, and I smiled because I meant she looked like a corpse.?
God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.
Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!
...then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.
You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.
The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse.
Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.
Nice jewelry and a boy's corpse. Oh your so pretty Battle Royale