Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
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‘You study insomnia.’<br />
Gerald nodded. The driver behind overtook them with a squeal<br />
<strong>of</strong> tires, giving Gerald the finger as he passed.<br />
‘Writers who suffer from insomnia, to be precise.’<br />
‘Do you believe in fate, Gerald?’<br />
‘No, not really.’<br />
Mick nodded to himself, as if Gerald had unwittingly confirmed<br />
something, then turned back round <strong>and</strong> drove on, though more<br />
slowly than before. He searched out Gerald’s eyes in the mirror.<br />
‘I believe in fate. I have felt its workings.’<br />
Gerald looked away, he was finding Mick’s stare a little<br />
disconcerting.<br />
‘Tell me, have many writers suffered from insomnia?’<br />
‘Yes, quite few.’<br />
‘Which ones?’<br />
Gerald, who was never comfortable with discussions about fate,<br />
god or the meaning <strong>of</strong> life, eagerly seized the opportunity to<br />
introduce some solid facts into the conversation. He leant back,<br />
assumed a scholarly tone.<br />
‘William Wordsworth, Shelley, Sylvia Plath – now she wrote a<br />
poem called ‘Insomniac’, where she describes sleep as a kind <strong>of</strong><br />
death-wish, the only possible cure for the white disease <strong>of</strong> daylight<br />
<strong>and</strong> consciousness.’<br />
‘The white disease <strong>of</strong> daylight,’ Mick savoured the words like a man<br />
discovering fine wine for the first time in his life. ‘I interrupted you<br />
– go on.’<br />
‘That’s quite all right. Then there was Franz Kafka,’ Gerald laughed,<br />
‘Naturally, I mean you can’t really imagine Kafka as an eight hour a<br />
night man, can you?’<br />
Mick looked at him blankly. Gerald cleared his throat.<br />
‘Then there was Thomas de Quincey, Charlotte <strong>and</strong> Emily Brontë.’<br />
‘The two Yorkshire lasses?’<br />
‘Yes, that’s rather a tragic story, actually.’<br />
‘Go on.’<br />
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