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But I kept my head, and decided I'd better go along with things." "At dawn," Faber
went on, "when at last I could see my way clear, I couldn't stand. From sitting so
long I'd got a touch of lumbago, or maybe twisted my back." "Exactly what
happened to me," cried Vidal, carried away by a fraternal impulse. "I doubt it,"
Faber protested. "Why, after I came out, I was bent double for hours." In spite of
his ineptness in expressing himself, Bogliolo managed to silence them and go on
with his story.
a novel Adolfo Bioy Casares. "Your poor son. Playing nursemaid to old men." "
When will you get it through your head that you're not old ? Besides, shall I tell
you something? The boy asked me specifically to invite you." "What time are you
going?" "Twelve o'clock." "All right. If I'm not there by twelve, don't wait for me." "
Try to be there. You could do with a change of scenery." ISIDORITO was still
asleep. Not so much because he was 64 DIARY OF THE WAR OF THE PIG.
"I have a headache," muttered Vidal. "Anyone got an aspirin?" "There must be
some in Nestor's room," said Rey, getting up. "No, don't." Jimmy stopped him. "It
could bring bad luck. Have you been watching those two kids? They're peering
outside every other minute." "They look nervous," said Dante. "Bored, that's all,"
said Arevalo. I'm the one who's nervous, Vidal said to himself. His head ached,
and the odors of kerosene mixed with eucalyptus were making him ill. My feet are
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A harrowing, chopping novella on the elderly and the young who abuse and kill them. Some dark humor, in this most depressing of stories. My knee started hurting suddenly because I was sitting on it funny - that scared me a lot more than usual because of this novel. Age and youth. Read full review