It was funny how anxiety crept up on you just as I turned up, wasn’t it? From the most primitive fears – I can’t leave my room, not while there are still voices in the hall – to the feeling of your bones turning cold for no reason, while walking to class or to the forest.
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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