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Again…no mention of Brian Douglas.

But a way of dealing with my guilt was beginning to suggest itself. It was outlandish, the sort of inspired lunacy that only came at night and guaranteed you got no sleep. It certainly brought no other guarantee; not even a clear picture of what I would be aiming for. If I spoke of it to anyone but Zack I should either be avoided or sent to a psychiatrist. Yet I knew it to be right—it was as if something had gone click inside my soul—and years before I could even start to put it into practice it was already obsessing me. I believed I had been shown the outline of my life’s work: as nebulous as a figure glimpsed through fog but just as certain to take solid shape.

And it was all due to Brian Douglas.