Have you ever tried such a thing? I have, and it’s impossible, something only a few natural writers or journalists can do, be talking about politics, for example, and at the same time writing a little article on gardening or spondaic hexameters (which I can tell you, boys, are a rare phenomenon).

Motherfucking hemorrhoid-licking old bastard,

Invidia ceu fulmine summa vaporant.

as if in Paris, or so I thought, everything happened around some street or place and never on a specific street or in a specific place, and this was because, as I later discovered, Manuel had never been to the City of Light, and neither had mi general,

I think I’ve never met a stranger who was so generous to me and yet whom I disliked so much.

Everything that begins as comedy ends as tragedy.

Stultorum plena sunt omnia,

Lumpenism: the childhood syndrome of intellectuals.

see everything as if he were Dante and he’d just returned from hell, or not Dante, I mean, but Virgil himself, such a sensitive boy,