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"I am not often reminded of the amazing synchronicity that books and stories can have with my present. How powerful they are when that happens. I'm reading a book by Albert Sanchez Pinol about a man stuck on an island, in a lighthouse, struggling with adversity, human nature, love, pain, isolation. And here I am in a lighthouse of my own, the room upstairs that I hardly ever leave now, the locked door, the wistful isolation to remove myself from the trouble outside. Am I Batis Caffo, the pig-headed, callous, incurable case, or am I the unnamed Irishman, the man struggling with what he learns? What am I to do?"
(from Journal, 20100207)
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