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“He has, Anges sees, done what any father would wish to do, to exchange his child’s suffering for his own, to take his place, to offer himself up in his child’s stead so that the boy might live.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“She, like all mothers, constantly casts out her thoughts, like fishing lines, towards her children, reminding herself of where they are, what they are doing, how they fare. From habit, while she sits there near the fireplace, some part of her mind is tabulating them and their whereabouts: Judith, upstairs. Susanna, next door. And Hamnet? Her unconscious mind casts, again and again, puzzled by the lack of bite, by the answer she keeps giving it: he is dead, he is gone. And Hamnet? The mind will ask again. At school, at play, out at the river? And Hamnet? And Hamnet? Where is he? Here, she tries to tell herself. Cold and lifeless, on this board, right in front of you. Look, here, see. And Hamnet? Where is”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“Entonces la vio tal como era: Una pobre mujer consagrada al culto de sus defectos”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold

“Solitario como un astrónomo que en su observatorio contempla cada noche, por la diminuta abertura de su telescopio, las miríadas de estrellas, sus misteriosas evoluciones, su cambiante confusión, cómo desaparecen yvuelven a encenderse, Jakob Mendel miraba a través de sus gafas y desde aquella mesa cuadrada ese otro universo de los libros, que asimismo gira eternamente y renace transformado,aquel mundo sobre nuestro mundo.”
― stefan zweig, Mendel el de los libros