I’ve run away. I’m not saying where I’ve run to because then they’d be able to find me. I’m not saying who ‘they’ are either. So far no one has noticed I’m missing. I shuffle along with my head down, my old-geezer Woody Allen bucket hat sheltering my face, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my shorts.

QOSHE - Novelist’s notebook / The moment I realised the study of literature was over - Howard Jacobson
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Novelist’s notebook / The moment I realised the study of literature was over

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14.12.2023

I’ve run away. I’m not saying where I’ve run to because then they’d be........

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