Michael offered this in a comment on the previous post.
“For a long time I used to go to bed early.” —Proust
This cracks me up because
1. It reminds me of me, and
2. I think (I think) it’s the wonderfully simple and clear launch of something like thirty? pages of writing about not being able to sleep!
I admire writers like Proust and Woolf who can write inside a head. I just don’t have the mental stamina to stay with them for more than an essay’s length.
