Although I know that I've lived
and often intensely, I feel
that I haven't. I guess it's the
old feeling that Life is a Dream
and that I'm just sleepwalking.
Now, in full health, I am living
intensely in books (this being
the Golden Age of the BritIrish novel)
- books I devour while sleepwalkingly
slipping towards death.
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