A few years ago I was having trouble sleeping. One sleepless night I went for a walk to avoid going crazy. Once home again, I let my hand, at random, come to rest on a spine in my bookshelf; I pulled out a slim black volume. It was “The Night”. But this time I took the book with me to my armchair by the window, and I began to read. —Richard Dinter
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