Book: Mr. Gwyn

Jasper Gwyn slid on the stream; the days crept, consisted of stacks seems to be not causing pain. He barely noticed as time passes.

What we are capable of thought. To grow, to love, have children, grow old, and all this being in a different place in a long time did not come down the response or incomplete gesture. How many trails we go through, and how different steps during the journey, which is imaginary only.

Next to him sat a lady with a jam-Packed bag on wheels and the old umbrella, which kept on falling. An elderly lady in a waterproof gusset. At some point the lady took off the scarf, and the movement that she straightened his hair, was revealed to the trace of the charm, which was interrupted many years ago.

... This man loves her, not aware of this and will never know.

Rebecca thought about the curse for many who are not able to touch without causing pain.

Justin gwin was a man, correct even errors.

- They dumb said.
- Excuse me?
- Pictures don't like me because they are dumb. They are like people who move their lips but no voice. The voice you need to think through. I don't like to do this effort.

Jasper Gwyn asked myself, to see if they ever, and decided - yeah, see, somewhere, but many years later, in the middle of another loneliness.

- Sorry I'm late. Man in subway suicide.
Really?
- No, I'm late and all. Sorry.

At some point she said she would like a world without numbers and a life without repetitions.

If candy woke up in a bag, that doesn't mean we need them to turn up, she said.
- Of course not.
But I noticed that people usually do.
Exactly, thought Jasper Gwyn: people don't trust the candy found at the bottom of the bag.
- I think for the same reason people always have to be wary of foundlings, he said.

To die - the surest way to grow old.

- If one day you happen to write something, do not judge strictly and do not forget about me. You know, it happens to everyone sooner or later.
- What happens?
- To write something. He thought for a moment and said: - And of course, forget about me.

Jasper Gwyn liked the idea that all his savings go down in flames that he puts his money at risk for the sake of the craft, which may not exist at all. He wanted to be cornered, because only in this case, it is the only chance to detect a search in itself.