I've always felt this way when most within and turned out, specially so now as before. When the light comes in through the wedge of a tall curtain and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up - ready for a book. I crave Hanif Kureishi once more. Always have. He's lost not of his immediate pleasure, and neither have I. It's been much water since Buddha and many sniggers of rehashing. Hanif any day or night. I want to know.