His writing flourished before the war.

Keep on saying I knew it... every time, because the only predictable thing is that you will say you already knew that I was going to say something. If that is the case, Dionne Warwick has a job for you, shitnuts.

I thought the fieldwork in the course I was taking was going to be hard, but it was just interviewing people.

Disgusting, unfriendly, rotten, fucking sordid place with heaps of unfriendly, bastardish, rude, dangerous, mother-fucking assholes either hassling you with their shit or looking for a fight. Dakar is pure, sheer rot. I HATE the place.