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and the certainty of not knowing beforehand which shape they will take afterward I have lost. Much like the joy of meeting up again with the text every morn-ing, mixed with the curiosity of whether it will react to my hinting, the apprehension about whether the transplant, with myself as the donor, which I sewed into it the previous day was rejected as a foreign body, if the ideas I fed it, instead of being digested, caused a bellyache, the words I added, an anaphylactic shock. But also the horniness of a stallion that only moments earlier ejaculates and still gets a hard-on, the longing of the seaman to open his sails for different lands, for other seas after his feet had barely touched land, of the footballer who just returned from the World Cup and cannot wait to throw himself into the Champions League and of the nerdy student who is tired of being on holiday and cannot wait to go back to school, Ka-lambakas writes those very days.”

Something doesn’t smell right here, Stergiou ex-claims, flushing the toilet. He means the last para-graph of the last novel by Panopoulos. It doesn’t add up, dammit! He thinks him capable of everything, as long as he writes. Because, how in the hell is he going to be filling up his ‘hollow’ days from here on out? His waking up at the crack of dawn? His empty mind?

It’s a matter of whether it passes censorship.

Get it through your thick head, we’re doing literature, not a display of similes.

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His summer leaves? His pensioner days that are fast approaching? What, he’s filling his little notepad up for nothing? All are questions regarding which Alex-andratou plays possum, as