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Philosophically speaking, memory is no less marvelous than prophesying the future […]

Clara […] observed that there was no conflict between the traditional and the new, between order and adventure. Tradition, she said, is itself centuries-long chain of adventures.

Sleeping, as we all know, is the most secret thing we do. We devote one third of our lives to sleep, yet we do not understand it.

[…] they were tall, with reddish hair — the blood of Denmark and Ireland (countries whose names they probably never heard) flowed in the veins of those two […]

Lunfardo is, in fact, a literary put-on, a language invented by composers of tangos and writers of comedies for the stage and screen; the lowlifes and thugs themselves, those who lived in the tough, ragged outskirts of the city and who are supposed to have created it and used it in their daily lives, actually know nothing about it, except what phonograph records may have taught them.

It has a single protagonist (though in every story there are thousands of protagonists, visible and invisible, alive and dead).

[The Ethnographer]

Poetry is no less mysterious than the other elements of the orb. A lucky line here and there should not make us think any higher of ourselves, […] I hope the reader may find in my pages something that merits being remembered; in this would, beauty is so common.