... an English pilgrimage.

... only when all hope of dying a hero’s death was gone, thanks to his underdeveloped body, did he [Swinburne] devote himself unreservedly to literature and thus, perhaps, to a no less radical form of self-destruction.

—W. G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn, p. 163 (of 296), translated by Michael Hulse.

... a short story.

I sipped from my flask and began at last to feel what I usually felt after drinking, which was a feeling that I need no longer trouble myself with reading or writing, since I would shortly see as a result of my drinking what I had for so long been trying to see as a result of my reading and writing.

—Gerald Murnane, "The Interior of Gaaldine," in Stream Systems, the collected short fiction.