From Baudolino, by Umberto Eco, translated by William Weaver
EVERY NOW AND THEN
"Every now and then he drank a little wine, and fell asleep, then reopened his eyes and asked: 'Am I dead?'"
From Chapter 22
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Daily Dose
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