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In search of lost time

By Sam Leith   February 2012

Last night I dreamed… no, it wasn’t Manderley again. I dreamed that I was on the phone to a call centre somewhere, on hold—for about five hours, I think, though you never quite know with dreams. At the end of it I woke up feeling calm and benign.

My unconscious, if not the waking part of my mind, must enjoy wasting hours connected to hyperspace, listening to bland music. That makes some sort of sense. My relationship with time is becoming ever more perverse. I don’t think I’m alone. Have you noticed how the older you get, and the less…

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