Sebald brass

Holy shit, WG Sebald's sentences are FUCKING MENTAL in a totally bloody brilliant way. Check out this mother.

"The white luminous globes hanging from the ceiling and the rows of children bent over their work were reflected in the darkened window-panes through whose mirrored surface the just discernible tops of the apple trees were like black coral in the depths of the ocean."

Vertigo, WG Sebald (trans. Michael Hulse)