Quinientos a la semana y una puerta con pestillo.

“For one day as I leant over a gate that led into a field, the rhythm stopped: t…”

“How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?”

“Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. I…”

“Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my visi…”