Some easy-listening Muzak came onto the phone. I held it away from my ear. If you listened close for long, it gave you cavities.

He tried to read his way into sleep but only grew more wakeful. He read science and poetry. He liked spare poems sited minutely in white space, ranks of alphabetic strokes burnt into paper. Poems made him conscious of his breathing. A poem bared the moment to things he was not normally prepared to notice.

THE WISE STOP PERFORMING AN ACTIVITY WHEN THEY ARE AT THEIR PEAK.

Mi spazientisce oltremisura quando fanno finta di chiedermi, di darmi una scelta, e nello stesso tempo si rivolgono in modo tale da obbligarmi a fare quella cosa… di qualsiasi cosa si tratti!

Written By Jane Austen

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