“We think Peter Gabriel is right,” Schama admitted.
If only I
wasn’t so sleepy all the time.
He worked
at a grocery store. A small grocery
store in a strange town. At night. You could smell the refrigeration units. Men’s adventure series paperbacks, numbered
dubiously into the upper reaches of a lifetime, sometimes it took so long to
get the brain working, even in such herky-jerky fashion (and willy-nilly), that
it was time to put away the paper just as the first good words came to him.
…
