They only fucked whores, as far as Reiter could tell from what he saw on the job. There were some women who dated the occupying forces, but even for them desire was really the mask of something else: a theater of innocence, a frozen slaughterhouse, a lonely street, a movie theater. The women he saw were like girls who've just woken from a terrible nightmare.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
2666 - pg. 768
Labels: Roberto Bolaño
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