‘I’m not proud of that period in the very least. Bus stops. Giant no-entry signs. Curry vomit. Being unworthy of visions. Suicide in Lewisham. The ordinariness of Bingley, of Reading: places. All a prelude of course. But let’s not think of that. Who can really use dismembered hands, a grand piano, and the last minute scare? As birds fly, so hands play; Chinese proverb. The strangulation scene. The bookshelves, groping; she was surely sullied.’