It’s not easy to be alone other people have impatient waiting-room eyes. The floor pulls your steps out from under you. You swing yourself from hour to hour.
“Through and through the inspired leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But, oh! resspect hsi lordship’s taste, And spare his golden bindings.”
Robert Burns | “The Book-Worms”
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