Today reminded me a little of September 11. Same gorgeous weather, bright and cool, same TVs in cafes tuned to the news, same expression of strain and sympathy when you caught someone’s eye. We had lunch at Papa Toby’s and dinner, with Peter, at New Aux Delices. I did a spot of laundry and read Google News for hours at a stretch.

I thought of going to one of the protests but I didn’t want to take Claire, not to riot police and arrests, and I didn’t want to leave her behind either.

I’m reading Trollope’s novel He Knew He Was Right, a disturbingly accurate portrait of a man destroyed by an idee fixe. I see myself in him; a dog worrying a dry bone.

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