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There Are No Sick People In North Oxford. They Are Either Dead Or Alive. It's Sometimes Difficult To Tell The Difference, That's All.

My Thoughts Went Round And Round And It Occurred To Me That If I Ever Wrote A Novel It Would Be Of The 'stream Of Consciousness' Type And Deal With An Hour In The Life Of A Woman At The Sink.

She Had Always Been An Unashamed Reader Of Novels.

Of Course It's All Right For Librarians To Smell Of Drink.

It Was Odd How One Found Oneself Making Trivial Conversation On Important Occasions. Perhaps It Was Because One Could Not Say What Was Really In One's Mind.