The Enemy Within

John Banville

First day of the new life. Very strange. Feeling almost skittish all day. Exhausted now yet feverish also, like a child at the end of a party. Like a child, yes: as if I had suffered a grotesque form of rebirth. Yet this morning I realized for the first time that I am an old man. I was crossing Gowe…


Clive’s Castle
Imagining Scotland