He realized that as he got older, his beard actually grew faster. He had to shave every day now to hide the grey. First, he pondered Celal's memory problem and wondered if it was Alzheimers or what. What was he searching for?
So was it true that only writing was more interesting than life? How about art in general, he thought and look: I did not even say philosophy, which in the anglo-american vein, had become so riddled with insignificant questions, most of which are not of "import."
He decided to forget all this; go shower and off to the coffee shop to read for an hour. Then he would take up the case again--large breasts probably.
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