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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
 I look in all my pockets. These are the things that for ever interrupt the process upon which I am eternally engaged of finding some perfect phrase that fits this very moment exactly. What am I? I ask. This? No, I am that. Especially now, when I have left a room, and people talking, and the stone flags ring out with my solitary footsteps, and I behold the moon rising, sublimely, indifferently, over the ancient chapel-then it becomes clear that I am not one and simple, but complex and many. -V.W., from The Waves I am surprise-visitng my friend who goes to LSE. I have come from Paris where I found not two friends but three. We are hungry and will soon eat.
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