I know by now that I will always be reading the wrong book – whether it’s Being and Time or Doctor Faustus or The Anatomy of Prose. The book which isn’t all the other wrong books (because I’m not sure it’s the right book, though it may be the correct book) – the book which isn’t Finnegans Wake or The Phenomenology of Spirit or The Treasury of the True D…
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