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and in the end he will stand by a window like me, filled with dull grief over things half-forgotten and never known. A tall man, somewhat too gaunt, with thoughtful gray eyes and nervous hands, lighting one cigarette after another and stubbing them out, helpless as I am, as my father was, and that remote ancestor who was the first to sense the ticking of unease and stepped to the window of his cottage.

I get bored when I’m supposed to involve myself in other people’s affairs—I find it repellent to the depths of my soul.