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Dazzling, profound and urgent

He came home to an empty house, and lay in the bath with a book, content to be talking to no one...Afterwards, he stretched out on the bed to consider his supper, and remembered nothing more. Rosalind must have drawn the covers over when she came in from work. She would have kissed him. Forty-eight years old, profoundly asleep at nine thirty on a Friday night-this is modern professional life.


Saturday. Ian McEwan

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