Finishing a book

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Sunday 23 January 1983
(Last entry for the Journal covering 6 November 1982 to 24 January 1983)

There is nothing quite comparable to the sensation one experiences on finishing a book, whether one is writing it, writing in it, or simply reading it. The reassurance that there are endings is narcotic: it makes you want to begin again all the more quickly, so as to be able to reach another ending before the glow of the previous one has died out completely and left you cold and wandering.

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