They’re looking at you, X tells me, they’re talking about you. What do you imagine they’re saying? Want me to tell you? No? You’re better off with me, he says, at least you know what you’re getting. Time to call it a day, he says, get a bottle and let’s have a quiet night in.
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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