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" behind the bushes, the redhead with her freckles glowing, saying to Gabriela - This isn't the ... scratching a knee, forgetting me, the feeling that not even my shadow was left, searching for names and people without any shadow, too names or a recollection of names, people all dissolved into a fold in time"

"and in the meantime the two of us on our way to the sluiceway because sometimes a little fish or a frog or a bird, whoever catches the little fish or a frog or a bird wins, and the last one to get there it's well known is a faggot."

"so you're not sure that you have any flesh left, only teeth, only eye sockets and teeth gleaming with the astonishment skulls have, cover yourself with marigolds, pull the sheet up over your head, if the maid from the dining room says -Paulo don't answer, sink down into the mattress so you won't bump into the future, not your future, the other one's future, your future is all over."

drawing back toward the entrance offended, a faggot, a transvestite, a dead clown while God, in His pajamas, was spying on me in a seraphic heaven of the little attic window withour being able to see me, maybe if I called Him a freak, a fright, the feeling that He'd been in a hurry during creating everything in six days and a small guilty blessing,....

The more I read of this, the greater my already strong sense of alienation from people around me.