Our morning encounter ended in the Restaurant Martini. There I noticed that Eva was totally unaware of the people around us. I observed that her thought was wavering between strange sensations; in fact, I detected a definite anger that shaped (her lips looked as if they were about to bleed) into a tune from the Persian Market, I think - and something that seemed to me to become the reflection of herself; its meaning evaded me completely.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Eva The Fugitive - pg. 30
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