The sea is barely wrinkled, and little waves strike the sandy shore. Mr. Palomar is standing on the shore, looking at a wave. Not that he is lost in contemplation of the waves. He is not lost, because he is quite aware of what he is doing: he wants to look at a wave and he is looking at it.
A Harvest/HBJ Book 1983
A Helen and Kurt Wolff Book
Harcourt Brace Johanovich, Publishers
San Diego New York London
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Mr. Palomar - Opening
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