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While I’m reviewing the pile of more or less random stuff that constitute my fishing trip arsenal, at D-6 from my first somewhat serious destination, feverish heart, impatient, both exhilarated and completely freaking out, I go through every phase of intimate relentlessness, most of the time sitting just at the junction of three contradictory impulses, my head is caught in a brownian motion and my body follows. Of the possible ways to reintegrate my usual self in such a situation, I can only think of two practical ones. I can either, like this morning, grab a rod and hit the lawn to fly a line. Or, like now, I can light a cigarette and let myself go along with a musical flow powerful and structured enough, chaotic, harmonically rich enough so I can lose myself in it and find that self again.

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