Early in Mark Polizzotti's translation of
Writing (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2011), Marguerite Duras writes:
My room is not a bed, neither here nor in Paris nor in Trouville. It's a certain window, a certain table, habits of black ink, untraceable marks of black ink, a certain chair. And certain habits that I always maintain, wherever I go, wherever I am, even in places where I don't write, such as hotel rooms…
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