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I never thought I'd be so immersed in the lives of a group of moles 😄

Continuando na saga de desbastar a pilha TBR antiga, peguei nestas 733 páginas de letra miudinha e estou já imersa numa fábula com vibes de Senhor dos Anéis, mas passada num reino de... toupeiras!
A capa promete "A clash of good and evil in the savage kingdom of moles".
A ber :D

Não estou a desgostar, mas já vou na página 77 e o Kokoschka ainda não apareceu, e a boneca também não, o que é um pouco enervante

Devia ter lido isto quando tinha 14 anos, em vez de andar a ver os desenhos animados da Disney... O livro é tão melhor!

(...) autores recogen información sobre cadáveres entregados a los buitres (...) quizás, las más celebres entre esta clase de costumbres. (...) sean las de los Parsis de Bombay y la de algunos monjes tibetanos. Los primeros depositan los cuerpos de los difuntos en las llamadas "torres del silencio" adonde acuden los carroñeros. Los segundos (...) diseccionan el cadáver y van ofereciendo sus porciones a los buitres.

-Sabe la cifra media de vida para un libro de los que se imprimen ahora?Díselo, Pablo.
-Setenta años - informó el otro con rencor como si el culpable fuera Corso -, Setenta miserables años.
(...)
-Dentro de un siglo (...)casi todo lo que hoy está en las librerías habrá desaparecido. Péro estos volúmenes, impresos hace doscientos o quinientos años seguirán intactos... Tenemos los libros, como el mundo, que merecemos.

"But the Wellands always went to Newport (...) and their son-in-law could adduce no good reason why he and May should not join them there. (...) As Mrs. Welland rather tartly pointed out, it was hardly worthwhile for May to have worn herself out trying on summer clothes in Paris if she was not to be allowed to wear them, and this argument was of a kind to which Archer had as yet found no answer." :D

(...) I was reduced to selling coffee-pots from door to door; they were supposed to be specially designed for offices.
'You see, Señor Director, whenever your employees go out for a coffee they waste an enormous amount of time (...) several of the bosses answered, 'Oh, in Venezuela, you know, we take life quietly, even in business. Indeed, that's why our people are allowed to go out for a cafecito in working hours.'