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Pedro Paramo
I owed it to Eugenio, the boy, who, assuming they had taken him elsewhere that first night, would have returned to his home by now, to his bedroom, where he and his toy rabbit would once more be under threat, while they slept, from the peaceable aeroplanes dangling on threads – that inert oscillation – dreaming now of the weight of his absent
... See moreJavier Marías • Tomorrow in the Battle Think on Me (Vintage International)
“Mario López sintió que el mundo se estaba acabando para él, y aquel cataclismo definitivo y silencioso, que había imaginado y previsto tantas veces, tenía sin embargo la fuerza horrible de una novedad absoluta: haber sido abandonado por Blanca era quedarse mirando como un idiota aquel pañito de ganchillo que ella detestaba, y escuchar sin motivo
... See morerealized I had come on the remains of some ancient tribe that had lived in towns or cities, a tribe so long extinct no one remembered they had ever lived.