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Deborah Treisman Reads David Foster Wallace

The New Yorker: Fiction

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The Lake of Fire

Lane dene had never believed in hell as a lake of fire, or loving god consigning folks to urning lake of fire. But sitting here beside this girl, waiting for whatever she might say to unfreeze him, now,. he felt like he could see the edge or out line, of what a real vision of hell might be. It was of two great and terrible armies within himself, opposed and facing each other, silent there would be battle, but no victor, or never a battle. The armies would stay like that, motionless, looking across at each other and seeing therein something so different and alien from themselves that they could not understand it. And in

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