“Once a friend had told me that it was only when I was drunk that I seemed to know exactly what I wanted.
And so, two months later, in the midst of the farewell party in my growing wildness—dancing, balancing a wine glass on my forehead and falling to the floor twisting round and getting up without letting the glass tip, a trick which seemed only possible when drunk and relaxed—I knew I was already running.”
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