The fat sun stalls by the phone masts. Anti-climb paint turns sulphurous on school gates and lampposts. In Willesden people go barefoot, the streets turn European, there is a mania for eating outside. She keeps to the shade. Redheaded. On the radio: I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me. A good line - write it out on the back of a magazine. In a hammock, in the garden of a basement flat. Fenced in, on all sides.
- From NW by Zadie Smith