I pointed you to a pier where you could dive as I went up to the bar. In the evening we went through the old ritual of drawing hearts in the sand at low tide. Later still we made love accompanied by the song and sting of mosquitoes, your body burnished red-brown by the sun I avoided.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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