I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.

To start at a new place is always to feel incompetent & unwanted.

Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.

Many modern novels have a beginning, a muddle and an end.

I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

I have wished you something None of the others would.