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121 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1956
…and then the flute, and then those drumbeats, so strong, as if everything had stopped just so that it could start up again. “How beautiful this funeral march is!” says the woman with the stole to the man on the other side.
Everything had been just, heroic, and sublime in the beginning: the houses they’d blown up during the night; the dignitaries shot down in the streets; the automobiles that disappeared as if swallowed by the earth…
everything had been just, heroic, and sublime in the beginning: the houses they'd blown up during the night; the dignitaries shot down in the streets; the automobiles that disappeared as if swallowed by the earth; the explosives that were stored at home, among clothes perfumed with bunches of sweet basil- next to pamphlets carried in bakery baskets or in cases of beer whose bottles had been cut so that only the necks remained. it was a time when death sentences were passed from afar, a time for modest valor, a time for putting your life on the line. it was a time for dazzling executions carried out by an emissary wearing an implacable smile, executions that took place when the guilty party opened a book or a christmas present wrapped in paper decorated with mistletoe and bells. it was the time of the tribunal...