W. is overwhelmed by work, he says, broken by it, by the prospect of it. Administration! How do I ever begin?, W. wonders. How can I make a start when the task itself is so immense? I must not be able to see the whole thing, W. says. The big picture is closed to me. Otherwise, how could I go on? How could I persist from day to day? W., by comparison, is a seer, he says. He's seen too much. He knows where it's heading. He's seen through the day to the night, and to the night of all nights.
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