Toward the end of what should have been my final year at university, my academic performance became wildly erratic and I started walking the city streets regularly at night, sometimes till early dawn. At first my head was full of music, but gradually this yielded to a harsh, intensely combative inner dialogue. Eventually the sub-warden of my hall, Ian, …
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He was nervous, unstable, oddly impulsive, plagued by obsessions, passionate but mysteriously self-thwarting; yet able to locate something else within himself

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