"I got into bed, opened the bottle, worked the pillow into a hard
knot behind my back, took a deep breath, and sat in the dark
looking out of the window. It was the first time I had been alone
for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it
I was like another man without food or water. Each day without
solitude weakened me. I took pride in my solitude; but I was
dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight
to me. I took a drink of wine. "
Charles Bukowski, Factotum
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