Wraith

Last night I read the part in Infinite Jest where Don Gately is visited by a wraith (not sayin' who the wraith is, just talkin' wraith here). Maybe it's because I've been staying up to 2 and 3 in the morning for the past several weeks, but folks, that scene was really terrifying - and like my blue light didn't help, it just gave everything a creepy glow and you know, it all seemed so plausible and like at any moment maybe I would be visited too and so I kind of rolled my eyes up above my head and scanned the wall behind me, just in case. But then my brain started making connections to other parts of the book and I started to feel like reality was falling away and my mind was spinning with the possiblities of where the story might go and I had to shut it down. You know, close the book. I am just not ready to go there. And there's only 100 or so pages left and I'm feeling that end of the book feeling where you know the end is coming and you don't want it to end so you start feeling nostaligic for the beginning and ha ha ha DFW. Ha fucking ha. And, yes, I mean that in the nicest possible way.

HAMLET
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
HORATIO
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 4