"Patrick had tried to sleep, but tattered rags of speed still trailed through his consciousness and kept him charging forward."
— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
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Work Title
Date
1992
Metaphor
"Patrick had tried to sleep, but tattered rags of speed still trailed through his consciousness and kept him charging forward."
Metaphor in Context
Patrick had tried to sleep, but tattered rags of speed still trailed through his consciousness and kept him charging forward. He rubbed his eye compulsively, obsessed with the stye that tickled his eyeball with each blink. The jelly they had given him at the pharmacy was of course completely useless. Nevertheless, he squirted a large amount into his eye and his vision blurred like a greased camera. The eyepatch had left a diagonal dent across his forehead, and he only stopped rubbing his eye to scratch the dent with the same desperate irritation. He wanted to scratch out his eye and peel off his face to end the terrible itchiness that had erupted from his failed attempt to sleep, but knew that it was only the surface play of a more fundamental unease: itching powder in the first pair of nappies, sniggering faces around the hospital cot.
(p. 269)
(p. 269)
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Reading
Citation
Quotations drawn from Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels: Never Mind, Bad News, Some Hope, and Mother's Milk (New York: Picador, 2012).
Date of Entry
09/26/2015
