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1 " Everything reminded him of something else: the fragrance of a peach-skin was like opening his stamp-album, the chack-chack of the wheatear not only recalled mist on the hills, but also reminded him of foxgloves, droplets of rain tapping from the mauve bells on to a dock leaf or fern. Ferns reminded him of his mother's soap, the luxurious tan-coloured lozenges that came to her in a box each christmas and birthday, and other scents too, the yellow of oriental jasmine, the pink of tea-rose, the green of mimosa. For all of these scents he could find a correlative within the spectrum of his own experience. "
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2 " I was thinking how I'd like to die and come back. I'd like to become invisible when I didn't want to do things, and then carry on living when I did. That way I could avoid punishment. "
3 " From old habits the night always instilled in her a sense of imminent adventure. Those who slept by day walked the endless tunnel of the night. The stoned drag-queen collapsed in an alley, the tormented somnambuist who kept walking until dawn, the revenant, the fugitive, the vagrant, the nocturnal gathering of those consigned to the sulphur-blaze of the pit. She had known them all; the desperate, the hunted, the wolf slaking its thirst at a limed water-hole. "