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My only companion from the outside world during nineteen years of isolation has been my personal hatred of Thursday Next. It’s kind of like the old me suddenly taking over, and I promised myself that this was how I would act if I ever saw you.’ ‘I have the same thing, but with Tom Stoppard,’ I said. ‘You’d kill Tom Stoppard?’ ‘Not at all. I promised myself many years ago that I would throw myself at his feet and scream “I’m not worthy!” if I ever met him, so now if we’re ever at the same party or something, I have to be at pains to avoid him. It would be undignified, you see—for him and for me.
