...he feels a stifling uselessness in things, a kind of atomic decay whereby the precious glowing present… — John Updike
...he feels a stifling uselessness in things, a kind of atomic decay whereby the precious glowing present turns, with each tick of the clock, into the leaden slag of history.
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