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“Daar bracht hij zijn dagen door: in de koelte van zijn werkkamer. Als een monnik, ver van het rumoer van feestende vrienden in de tuin, van het luidruchtige gestoei in het zwembad, van het aanslepende gezeur van de krekels. Daar overwon hij de eenzaamheid waar alle schrijvers van vergaan, met maagpijn pennend tot de letters voor zijn ogen begonnen te tollen.”

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