Walser understands everything, W.'s often said. He's far out ahead of us – far ahead, like a scout. He's been to the end and come back, W. says. He knows what's out there, as we do not. We could learn everything we need to know from Walser's books, W. says, from a close study of Walser.
Lately, W.'s been returning to Walser, he says. He needed the kind of nourishment only Walser could give him. That's how he thinks of it – as nutritional. As the bite of an apple. As the first taste of Plymouth Gin, served over ice …
Walser! He always keeps a Walser in his man bag. That's what he says: a Walser, as if all his books were equivalent. As if it didn't matter so much what book of his one had, so long it was a Walser. A page of Walser can be enough, W. says. A paragraph – a line. He's inimitable.
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