Molly Notkin's party: Joelle's overdose (pp. 238–239)
She is now a little under two deliberate minutes from Too Much Fun for anyone mortal to hope to endure. […] The idea that she’ll never see Molly Notkin or the cerebral Union or her U.H.I.D. support-brothers and -sisters or the YYY engineer or Uncle Bud on a roof or her stepmother in the Locked Ward or her poor personal Daddy again is sentimental and banal. The idea of what she’s about in here contains all other ideas and makes them banal. […] Deliberately setting about to make her heart explode has assumed the status of just one of these facts. It was an idea but now is about to become a fact. The closer it comes to becoming concrete the more abstract it seems. Things get very abstract.
Context
The interior of a suicide in progress: every attachment reclassified as banal, the act flattened into one fact among the bathroom's facts, and the terrible inversion — the more concrete it gets, the more abstract it seems. The theme's clearest picture of the dissociation that makes the act performable.