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“On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, …”

“Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen…”

“I couldn't imagine myself doing it anymore. It was part of my life that had end…”

“He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.”