He lights a cheroot.
The sixth, therefore, of the day.
He drinks a third coffee. He thinks
whiskey tonight. Or maybe the late afternoon.
He reads, he writes, he listens to music, watching a movie, he responds to emails, he reads, he writes, he listens to music and watch another movie ...
He said: " the writer's most important to me is Bertolt Brecht. "
He said:" I think I read everything, Brecht. And when I say "read," I mean "read" and reread . "It
sprinkles his text with bandits.
Life, love, death.
" Communism is the safeguarding of the individual " thinks he.
And every morning he puts his despair at the back of his jacket, adjusted carefully, as carefully as others do with their tie.
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