And when she left I began to think about Alvaro Damian and the Laura Damian prize, which was finished, and the madmen of El Reposo, where no one has a place to lay his head, and about the month of April, not so much cruel as disastrous, and that's when I knew beyond doubt that everything was about to go from bad to worse.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, October 8, 2007
The Savage Detectives - pg. 281
Labels: Roberto Bolaño, T. S. Eliot
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