Fragment #1
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Fragment #1
“Begin here. It is raining. I look out on the maple, where a few leaves have turned yellow, and listen to Punch, the parrot, talking to himself and to the rain ticking gently against the windows. I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not
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There is a frontier we seldom cross, a threshold into the interior of our own being, where for hours we might wander and meet no one. It is a solitude that demands strength, a remoteness akin to that of a child watching the affairs of adults—those mysterious figures who moved with purpose, their actions veiled by the incomprehensible weight of resp... See more