The evening has taken on that desperate quality of a man who's looking for something he needs - first he carefully searches, and finding nothing he searches, more and more meticulously, until hours have passed and his room is ransacked. Never realizing that this thing will never be found if he looks for it and will only turn up when he thinks he's little need for it.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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