He strained his eyes on the horizon; he lay flat on the ground, and in the throbbing of his arteries thought he heard an army.
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He strained his eyes on the horizon; he lay flat on the ground, and in the throbbing of his arteries thought he heard an army.
“The only moments in life when I’m 100 percent happy, almost deliriously happy, is when I’m writing, so that there is this feeling of creation of what you can do with words, this joy when you hit on something. Well, I know what Freud would say about all this, but that doesn’t worry me. I’m just very happy when I’m writing.”
Christine Brooke-Rose