Epigraph to The Beasts of Electra Drive
The Beasts of Electra Drive by Rohan Quine
When at night I walk barefoot in my sandals across fields of snow at the Austrian border, I shall not flinch, but then, I say to myself, this painful moment must concur with the beauty of my life, I refuse to let this moment and all the others be waste matter; using their suffering, I project myself to the mind’s heaven.
—Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal (tr. Bernard Frechtman).