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MEETING

my doctor down the street. I recognize, but something happens. It seems very worried. Perhaps he has left the woman, after thirty years together, and looking for a bridge to jump from having nothing better to do. Now that I see no white coat I can say that looks like one that gained weight suddenly, as was taking a nap, and still has not had time to adjust to her new body. He shines bright face, the sweat that comes out to calm the suffering, but to move little. Do not wear glasses but has a groove in the pins to be lost behind the ear. Once past the recognition and greetings, and when I was about to go drop me what is inside. Telefonica to cheat just 30 euros. I attend all the roll. Do not miss details. It tells the story as if it were an ancient legend. One recharge your mobile phone as a gift, and so on. You have been scammed, actually, 30 euros. Or so it seems as counts. I do not know if because I very much shocked or to give a picture of me stingy clarifies that it is no more money, but self-love . As you still have self-esteem has decided to concentrate on their calls to 1004 until the claim is attached. I have nothing better to say to agree with him on everything and encourage him to carry through on its crusade against this enemy of canned voice.

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Perhaps the worst thing that has happened to Saul Bellow is Philip Roth. Nobody reads the parents. We must wait to be grandparents to see what happens. It seems that Roth took all I had to take Bellow and then climbed to the top of the mountain, or rather, the Empire State Building like King Kong.

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sickly Mr. Perls had said at breakfast that it was not easy to distinguish the sane from the insane, and that was right, especially in a big city like New York: World's End, with its complexity and its mechanisms bricks and pipes, cables and stones, potholes and heights. Were all mad here? What kind of people there? One in two people speak a particular language, emerged from his own imagination, he had his own ideas and their practice patterns. If one wanted to refer to a glass of water, should go back to God, the creation of heaven and earth, the apple, Abraham, Moses and Jesus, in Rome, the Middle Ages gunpowder, to the revolution of Newton to Einstein, to end the war, Lenin and Hitler. After reviewing all of that and leave everything back in place, could spend talking about the glass of water. "I'm fainting, bring me some water, please." Even then, it had to be lucky to be understood. And it was always the same with every one he met. [...] From day one I had no choice but to talk to himself and night had to reason alone. Was there someone to talk in a city like New York? "

[ Carpe diem, Saul Bellow Debolsillo editorial, page 122-123]

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To me what makes me too lazy to write it. Well, write no. Think about writing. Do your homework. If I think about writing and not writing. Because I have many things to do. I have to cut my hair, I have to shower, I have to eat, I have to talk and I have to listen. With all the talk and listen and talk and get to hear me no longer than five minutes left to write. There is much myth about it. If writing is very nice. Writing is nice if you're bored almost everything. Almost everything amuses others. One writes because it is a glanders. To not be one would be forced to take drugs at the top. Or let's leave it in gin-tonics that drug is also a pain. One writes because he finds nothing better to do. Not writing makes me cranky. Writing almost never leave me alone. I left as bitched, as not just the steak removing lint from the teeth. It feels annoying, like scratching scratching unfinished. I stare at the wall while talking to me. Long way in a hurry. Increasingly smoke but not smoke. Eleven years I've been smoking every day, and that without smoking. Before it was smoking. Not written anything lately. I have no time. It is not a drama. The ulcer is not a drama. Even the toothache is a drama. It's true. I have a lot to talk and I have a lot to listen. I have a lot to yawn. I light a cigarette and looked out the window. Maybe you write to give you an upset to his family when he died. Are all those notebooks. What think. Poor bastard. I curse at you with tears in his eyes. Or I want more, now that I'm in another neighborhood. Do not know what to do with flowers. Lie. One writes to buy a yacht like Perez-Reverte, although one boat was dizzy and vomiting in the toilet end of the yacht, you have to be stupid having the whole ocean to vomit. If I had pasta I'd buy a Hummer, do not know why. Irritates me and drive a normal car to get into a bug as well. Perhaps it would be fun to watch the conductor from above. See if you have guts now taxi drivers. No, I could write and publish for children to respect me and Segovia. If you do not publish for a child you are nothing, let alone for a Segovia. If something can not stand are the misplaced comma. To do better to write without commas. The aim should be to write to not be a writer. There is a literature of gifted children is not mine. There are big and everyone else. A literature of writers of truth that I see. I live in another world. My literature is homespun. A failure by far, a failure without realizing it. I do not promise anything. I write when I write.