pp.32-33
I don't understand myself. The other day, I felt great compassion while I watched the cook killing the animals, and today I had great fun stepping on crabs at the beach. Not the big ones that live in the rocks; the little grey sand crabs. They would run around madly looking for their holes and I would crush them furiously and just for the fun of it. Then I thought that in some ways was are all like crabs and when we least expect it, someone or something comes along and crushes us.
p. 69
Pedro parked the car in front of the walls of the convent hidden in the mountain's desolation. They asked if you wanted to get out, and the three of you walked through deserted corridors, hallways full of echoes without memory.
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