He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts.

The winter night blew in with frosty wind, and the street lamps with their sputtering carbons swung restlessly and made the shadows dart back and forth like a runner trying to steal second base.

His mind contained several millions of facts, packed too closely together for the light breeze of the imagination to draw through the mass.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.

Written By Graham Greene

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