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Diary: Monday April 10, 1995:

In front of the National Commercial Bank in Mathilda’s Corner, standing in a queue to take out money, a boy appears. Completely self-absorbed, he turns wild pirouettes. Faster and faster he goes, without toppling over. I go into the ATM room, draw out money on my credit-card as the wretched machine will not accept my normal card, 4000 Dollars. Most of it owed. When I come out, the boy stops turning as suddenly as he had begun. Having stopped turning, he also stops being a boy. He is in fact a man, thinly built, without calf muscles to his legs. He is badly cross-eyed and has a terrible hare-lip. He spins around, that is what he does.



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