The immediate contingency overtook him, pulling him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

“There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he k…”

“I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something …”

“Piensa en cuánto me quieres - había susurrado-. No te voy a pedir que me quiera…”

“I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.”