"Night soon appeared to him to be darker,more terrible than any other night whatsoever,as it had really emerged from a wound of thought which could no longer think itself,as thought captured ironically by something other than thought.This was night itself.Images which created its darkness flooded into him,and his body transformed into a demoniacal mind sought to represent them to himself.He saw nothing and,far from being overcome,he made out of this absence of visions the culminating point of his glance.his eye,useless for sight,took on extraordinary proportions,began to develop in an inordinate fashion,dwelling on the horizon,allowed night to penetrate into its centre in order to create for itself an iris.Through this void,therefore,it was his glance and the object of his glance that became mingled.This eye,which saw nothing,did not simply grasp the source of its vision.It saw as wound an object,which meant that it did not see.His own glance entered into him in the form of an image at the tragic moment when his glance was regarded as the death of all image."
Maurice Blanchot,"Thomas the Obscure".
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