Suddenly the park lights came on, although there was a second total darkness, as if someone had tossed a black blanket over parts of Hamburg.The genetleman sighed, he must have been about seventy, and then he said:"A mysterious legacy, don't you think?""You're right, I do," said Archimboldi as he got up and took his leave of the descendant of Furst Puckler.Soon afterward he left the park and the next morning he was on his way to Mexico.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
2666 - Closing
Labels: Closing, Roberto Bolaño
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