He himself had said near enough exactly what was in the play. The only snag was that by the time that scene was played out in reality, almost word for word, the person who had written the play, and that scene in it, was no longer alive. He had committed suicide.
Imre Kertész
Boredom. He takes it with him everywhere, like an angry shaggy terrier that he sets on others from time to time.
thetimes time
I had gotten into the habit of sleeping late because I had started to see that this was the only sensible way I could kill time.
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