For Nancy Leach
Reading Dark Back of Time, by Javier Marias, I know I'm being seduced by long sinuous sentences, pages long paragraphs full of strange digressions and haunting wisdom about the nature of time -
I feel full of a sweet gentle sadness after reading it - I look at the things around me, as this Spanish magician does, imagining them continuing being here, when I have heard an owl call my name -
There's my magnifying glass, there's my Mont Blanc fountain pen, there's my Harris Tweed jacket, with a five rupee coin in one of the pockets -
I'm thinking, but not enough, about my own mortality - I want to be ready to greet that beautiful uninvited guest -
There's my magnifying glass, there's my Mont Blanc fountain pen, there's my Harris Tweed jacket, with a five rupee coin in one of the pockets -
I'm thinking, but not enough, about my own mortality - I want to be ready to greet that beautiful uninvited guest -
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