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desperance...have finished a draft of this review, and am going to stop now. I am going to go downstairs, pour myself a gin and read a book. I might watch football later, but I might not. I have that freedom, to do or not to do.
Tomorrow, I am going to catch a train at god-awful-early and go to Derby for alt.fiction, where I shall see all my friends in the world except for those who are not there; and I shall drink many things, gin not necessarily excluded, and might watch football or might not, but shall almost certainly eat curry. (If there is no curry, something will have gone terribly wrong with the world.)
Back on Sunday. Monday, I should give some thought to all my ongoing catastrophes: but not now, and certainly not tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I am going to catch a train at god-awful-early and go to Derby for alt.fiction, where I shall see all my friends in the world except for those who are not there; and I shall drink many things, gin not necessarily excluded, and might watch football or might not, but shall almost certainly eat curry. (If there is no curry, something will have gone terribly wrong with the world.)
Back on Sunday. Monday, I should give some thought to all my ongoing catastrophes: but not now, and certainly not tomorrow.