And now, in his Chrysler, looking stiffly at the road in front of him which was vibrating under the burning Californian sun, the words of his diet assistant still in his ear, he suddenly realized that he was unhappy. This thought confused him. He drove onto the parking lot of some supermarket and stared blankly into space for several minutes. “I am not happy”, he mumbled to himself, horrified.
Leon de Winter - Hoffman’s hunger


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