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De regreso por esta divina garza porque ando "empitolado".

‘—whimsical detours of language—everytime I detected any capriciousness, contradiction or flagrant vulgarity in her language it was due to the personal limitations of my comprehension. So dizzying was the speed of her mind that it was difficult for those who listened to her for the first time to understand the content of what she was saying: I caught the chaff but the wheat escaped me. My humiliation knew no bounds.’

'—I embarked for Leningrad, the Paris of the North, that city where the illustrious Gogol lived and about which he wrote so much, so that I could walk, like Lieutenant Pirogov, from one end of Nevsky Prospekt to the other and look out over the Fontanka Canal, where that mad creature, Major Kovalyov’s nose, decided to slip away. But what’s the use of talking about those places?'

‘Everything else is banal, fratella of my soul’ — She listened without understanding. ‘— do you think it would be possible to add some slices of longaniza.’ I took advantage of a pause to clarify that in Italian the word for brother is fratello; and that sister was sorella; that saying fratella and fratellita mia was total nonsense—they responded in unison with a resounding guffaw. I became annoyed.

'Glaubner had learned Italian—to read Calvino in his own language—touched an unexpected place in his being and lit a fire. He discovered—something other than a tedious enumeration of social/psychologising fripperies—transmitting to him something that had nothing to do with what he conceptualised as literature, producing emotions known only in his treaties on foreign trade and statistics, and perhaps—more intense.'