From
Seven Lies by James Lasdun (referring to a boy's experience of being x-rayed at hospital):
"I felt as if I had gone back underground, back to the place of obligatory yet never fully explicable rituals that I had submerged myself in during my storage room phase, repetition once again endowing each stage with a gloomy ceremoniousness. After the X-ray, the forty-minute wait in the passage outside the changing cubicles."
Gone back underground? Obligatory yet never fully explicable rituals? Storage room phase? Gloomy ceremoniousness?
What's he talking about?
