“I’m absolutely alone in this strange city, and I have a bad foot. I don’t dare even move for fear of precipitating yet another crisis. I breathe softly, and think carefully. No sudden ideas, the shock could be fatal. It’s a poor kind of protagonist really who just lies around on his bed.”

“I’m absolutely alone in this strange city, and I have a bad foot. I don’t dare even move for fear of precipitating yet another crisis. I breathe softly, and think carefully. No sudden ideas, the shock could be fatal. It’s a poor kind of protagonist really who just lies around on his bed.”

— Roland Topor