a whole new perspective on time
Poor Tony Krause hunched forward in a stall in his ghastly suspenders and purloined cap, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, getting a whole new perspective on time and the various passages and personae of time.
Context
The Poor Tony Withdrawal glimpsed at its onset, folded into the book's clock-strike montage: hunched in a library stall, face in hands, "getting a whole new perspective on time" — the deadpan understatement for the temporal derangement that withdrawal inflicts, the hours warping into an unlivable new shape. The line seeds the full horror to come and locates it precisely in the substance-cage's phenomenology: the addict in withdrawal doesn't just suffer, he falls out of ordinary time.