Did not finish the novel, The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster. I did not finish reading quite a few books I recently checked out of the library. Perhaps part of the reason is inability to concentrate. As it is this moment; neighbor turned on the whatever. Television I think. Did not anticipate hearing neighbor's noise through concrete block walls. I guess the floor and adjoining ceiling does not provide enough insulation to keep the sound from entering my apartment.
I think it was this novel where a character said there is a difference between a tramp, a hobo and homeless person. My notes say:
~riding the rails as a Depression hobo.
~when a man has nothing to look forward to, he might as well be dead.
l'homme moyen sensuel
page 35 last dime to a beggar on the street.
Proudhon's dictum all property is theft.
Google Translation tells me the French words mean: the average sensual man.