OVER SEVENTY BOOKS
You read them like flies and then
simply forget. Or jumble them
all together. Into one huge book
of a so-mysterious plot. I forget
more than I ever knew : thirty
dumb novels by Walter Scott;
forty-six by Dickens, probably
better; thirty-three by Balzac; all
of the Brontes, and Jane Austen.
What a massive float of rubbish.
Learning enough French in time
to straw-pick my way through
Victor Hugo - the novels, and
his poetry too. With the bulk of
Sartre, and Camus.
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