From
Confessions, by Jaume Cabre, translated by Mara Faye Lethem
SINCE
"Since we were stiff with cold, jumping over the cemetery fence and into the world earned me rip in my trousers. And we left the dead alone and cold and in the dark with their never-ending stories."
From
Book IV, Palimpsestus, 25
No comments:
Post a Comment