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Friday, July 11, 2014



"He remained an innocent, like a old maid."
"I would rather phrase it that no one navigated those forty years as elegantly as he did. He floated like... like a..." He falls silent.
What he wanted to say was: He floated like a phantom albatross of unspotted whiteness on the ice gray ocean. But he concealed that he had no way of justifying the simile. He had been reading Moby Dick the previous evening, before falling asleep."
Kertész em Liquidation.

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