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He appeared in my life as some kind of sage, or wizard – a Gandalf or Merlin – grey-bearded, wise to the world, stepping out from the edge of a grey forest at a crossroads, and, smiling, nudging me gently towards my true way.

Van Badham

And the voyage changes yet again. I am weary and had a poor night’s sleep with a loud drunken party next door. I have woken disturbed and lonely and defeated.

How many times in my life have I reached this state ? Of real defeat ?

I begin to pack a box here and a box there. Idly. I begin to eat and think of going to the shops. Then I consider bed instead. I am done in.