In Times Which Seem Like Self-Psychotherapy He Says To Himself:
Novel: Times 1–4, Chapter 41
I put a timescale to our trip to America
I leave Farica’s apartment mid-afternoon; I don’t want to go but feel I must go; I don’t have a reason for leaving, but leave I do. I walk back towards my apartment, but within twenty minutes I find myself in Café Central, trying to work out just what has happened in the last twenty-four hours, and what on earth do I do with my life now.