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That school trip not only fed but gave a focus to the restlessness I’d felt all my life. At last I had found a way to satisfy it, to meet it; at last I understood it. It had baffled and confounded me for years, the dissatisfaction, the constraint of the everyday, the tedium and scratchiness of routine, the irritating prickle of sameness.
I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death
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