He was up to his neck in it. He was breathing the air of its world, adapting to its gravity. The story's essence had permeated every part of him, to the walls of his viscera.

“I have a thing about losers. Flaws in oneself open you up to others with flaws.…”

“Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail an…”

“El amor que se profesaban era tan verdadero que no había ninguna necesidad de p…”

“إنّنا نعتمد دومًا على واقع معيّن -لندعوه واقع متعاقب- و ذلك كي نثبت واقعية الأحداث…”