The Skating Rink - pg. 8

I would ask: Have you seen him writing? Scribbling in the margins of a book?Or staring at the moon like a wolf? I didn't persist, though, mainly because I didn't have time ... Or rather, I was busy with things that had nothing to do with the distant shrunken figure of Gaspr Heredia, who seemed to be turning his back on the world, giving nothing away, hiding who he was and what he was made of, and the courage it had taken to keep on walking (or running, more like it!) toward the darkness, toward the heights ...