In they come, depressive weather systems from the Atlantic, reaching W. first (in the southwest of England) before reaching me (in the northeast of England), bringing grey days with constant rain. The Westerlies are destroying us, we agree. When will it end?, W. asks.
This summer, he tells me, he's become even more stupid than usual. W.'s reading Cohen in German on the infinitesimal calculus. But he barely understands German! He barely understands maths! The English mathematical terms he finds in his dictionary to translate the German ones are equally opaque. What does it all mean?, W. wonders.
For my part, I tell him, I've been thinking only of admin. It's my only concern, I tell him. It's taken me over. It's all I think about and all I dream about. I'm unable to read. I can't write. I haven't a thought in my head other than an administrative thought. What's happened to me? What am I becoming?
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