A good lap in the library, no commitment. I ask Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (attracted by the massive volume and some comments on the internet). I keep it in hand (1,400 pages), leafed through it, I sit down, read the first pages, then some random, some notes (of a hundred pages of notes). Closes it. I keep it for a quarter of an hour under his arm, without hesitation. I choose a course of National Geographic Photo (closed box, with cellophane). A few meters from the case I will stop. I come back. Thank you. I put Endless Jest on the shelf, with affection. Pago puzzled manual. As I climb the stairs I turn back: a history of intense, very short duration.
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