Whim-purchased The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time at the airport this afternoon, anxious not to re-live the debacle of the last trip when, ill-supplied of conjoined words, I quickly found myself without adequate mental matter. I started it during the flight to Surabaya but could not proceed beyond page 16, wherein the following passage halted all progress. Christopher
… was the name given to St. Christopher because he carried Jesus Christ across a river. This makes you wonder what he was called before he carried Christ …
This is the exact manner of phrasing that took place one autumnal evening in Earlsdon, Coventry. Virtually verbatim. I know this because I was there and can confirm that I said it thusly. Does this mean that I thought and spoke as an autistic child when I was in my mid-twenties? Does this mean that Mark Haddon accquired my 1995 memory chip? How did he and my friend, Nick Hornby, decide who gets what? I can’t imagine the two of them fighting over the chip’s contents, so perhaps they conducted an auction; how much was it worth, I wonder.
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