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« You, reader, believed that there, on the platform, my gaze was glued to the hands of the round clock of an old station, hands pierced like halberds, in the vain attempt to turn them back, to move backward over the cemetery of spent hours, lying lifeless in their circular pantheon. »

this is such a delightful read. I have to stop every couple of pages and giggle at how much I love Italo Calvino - which of course is making the reading of this book unusually slow

Probably not a good sign that 16 pages were enough for me to despise the narrator and his narrating style…