[...] Sometimes I think of asking for it back. But I can’t bring myself: ‘Can I have my book back please?’ No, I am just quite unable to say that. I can buy it again of course, and one day that’s what I’ll do I expect. And as I go along reading it again I’ll underline sentences here and there once more, but they won’t be the same sentences – it’s very likely that the sentences I’ll underline in future will be different from the sentences I underlined in the past, when I was in Tangier – you don’t ever step into the same book twice after all.
pretty funny [the larger context is that some flowers get run over and he keeps telling the story]