Sublime

He frequently took me to task when it came to my working methods, insisting it was all becoming stale (“When will the book be ready? Do the five-day version. It needs life! Leave the gaps in it, leave it porous. Shake the structure out and write it. Let’s get the motherfucker over and done with”) and accusing me of being an “endless fiddler” (guilt

fulsome

As always, he read incessantly.

tetchy

soporific burble.

Quite a strange man, thought James, watching him go – but what a relief to discover he still contained the capacity to be taken by surprise.

‘I don’t know where Travis Bickle is from or what made him do what he did. I don’t know and I don’t care. That’s what makes him

glissading,

capitulations