Monday, August 09, 2004

In the end,it was the Sunday Afternoons he couldnt cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2.55 when you know that you have had all the baths that you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary pruning techniques it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to 4'o clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

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