I suspect that most of us read books so that we can try and come to terms with the nature of reality, which is to say, the end of all things.
Moments before the last line of a book flies up to obscure the windscreen, I close my eyes as one would before some ultimate, indelible impact.
Always I am afraid to say these kinds of things out loud, in case. Well...
23 June 2009
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As so often, I feel deeply and profoundly trivial, because I never do that.
Endings make me nervous...
I always forget what happened in the end: I never feel it matters.
Oh after it happens, I'm not much bovvered about it myself. I just like to prolong endings as much as possible. I wish someone would start writing a really good, infinite book. Though maybe that's the same as wanting to lead a double life, which I don't.
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