In Times Which Seem Like Self-Psychotherapy He Says To Himself:Oh, Vienna

Novel: Times 1–4, Chapter 9, Extract 2

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We go out onto the lake in a small rowing boat, even just a few metres from the shore there is a real feeling of being at ease. Our bodies no longer have to carry us, our minds no longer have to carry us; we can just float, then row, then float, then row to our hearts…