Yesterday I started reading at five in the afternoon. Fifteen minutes and I'm going to study, I thought. Well, after a while it looked very wrong with the light from the window, and lit a lamp. At the time, had spent two hours. It was seven and four, dark night. Her post-western feeling mid-afternoon, not wanting to do anything. Too soon to dinner. Too late to take advantage of the afternoon. A vague feeling of having wasted time. But I redid. Free men are the ones who can do this: read two short hours to run without interruption. And Europe is saved.
Let's see if next Saturday again.
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