She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. she doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even george was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.
Everything gets horrible. Everything you see gets ugly. Lurid is the word. Doctor garton said lurid, one time. That's the right word for it. And everything sounds harsh, spiny and harsh sounding, like every sound you hear all of a sudden has teeth. And smelling like i smell bad even after i just got out of the shower. It's like what's the point of washing if everything smells like i need another shower
William james describes a man who got the experience from laughing-gas; whenever he was under its influence, he knew the secret of the universe, but when he came to, he had forgotten it. At last, with immense effort, he wrote down the secret before the vision had faded. When completely recovered, he rushed to see what he had written. It was 'a smell of petroleum prevails throughout'.
Of all the unchristian beverages that ever passed my lips, turkish coffee is the worst. The cup is small, it is smeared with grounds; the coffee is black, thick, unsavory of smell, and execrable in taste. The bottom of the cup has a muddy sediment in it half an inch deep. This goes down your throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour.
Bella, i've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. i'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk, he quoted with a chuckle. i could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. drunk? i objected. you're intoxicated by my very presence. he was grinning that playful smirk again.