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If you write all day long and in the evening turn on the only two lamps in your cell, then step out onto the narrow strip of the hotel balcony and position yourself there, leaning as far as possible towards the street and the sky, then you can see from the corner of your eye: people, it's as if they had come to see me, as if it's a celebration. It works too, if you crowd the table with glasses.

And people? Where are the people? Well, they're on the left and the right, sitting in such a way that they can't be seen from the window, beyond the reach of your gaze…



From the Encyclopedia Britannica | Diary of a Loser | cледующая глава