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On the eve of his 78th birthday, the ailing, alcoholic writer Clive Langham spends a painful and sleepless night mentall | dG1fNS1ZVzhPQTM4aVU
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00:00Another bloody awful night. Kept on waking up and trying to jot a few things down.
00:05Then, needless to say, more booze and more nightmares.
00:09Did you create hell all these years just to have something to write about?
00:14Why are you so bloody obsessed by the fucking astronauts?
00:21I think we'll try this one again.
00:25Damn, damn, damn, damn.
00:31You look well.
00:34I'm dying.
00:36Once death seemed like the gentlest earthquake of the system.
00:40Now, a gathering force of yours.
00:46What then is this huge, huge sense of spiritual emptiness?

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