Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

Then the city vanished; it ceased, almost immediately, to be a magic and appalling place. I woke up one morning and found it had become home. Though I still turn up my coat-collar in a lonely way and am always looking at myself in mirrors, they’re only habits and give no clue at all to my character, whatever that is.

The most difficult performance in the world is acting naturally, isn’t it? Everything else is artful.