in his papers, which Pietsch has appended as a dangling paragraph of possible plot-point towards the end of his version of The Pale King:

It turns out that bliss ? a second-by-second joy + gratitude at the gift of being alive, conscious ? lies on the other side of crushing, crushing boredom. Pay close attention to the most tedious thing you can find (tax returns, televised golf), and, in waves, a boredom like you?ve never known will wash over you and just about kill you. Ride these out, and it?s like stepping from black and white into colour. Like water after days in the desert. Constant bliss in every atom.

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from: http://www.lrb.co.uk/v33/n08/jenny-turner/illuminating-horrible-etc?utm_sourc…