I can see Matt wincing even now. Luckily he’s in Berlin.

I scarfed it from the baggie in which I put it before leaving home, using a plastic fork from the cafeteria. Not, I think, the best idea I have ever had. A plastic Tupperware bucket would have been just the thing.

I forgot to bring the books I was reading this weekend. My second attempt at a straight-through reading of the Hazarski recnik in the original Serbian. (Right. Fancy a bridge?) Stevermer: I can’t believe I haven’t finished this wisp yet. Dark Beyond the Stars. Benjamin.

Speaking of that work, Pavic tells a parable in the intro picturing the author and the reader as two people leashing a panther at bay with two ropes, playing tug of war to ensure it does not get either, forever holding a tension between them. The first time I read that I thought to myself, “...and then comes the critic, bearing a knife.”

Fruit punch. That’ll kill my sorrows.

Having torn apart the sandwich baggy to get at the chocolate, I crumpled it into a ball with hotel stationery and tossed it into the hallway trash. No need to traumatize the housekeeping staff.

Oh, the humanity.
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