I imagined people at breakfast, people who know each other intimately, probably a husband and a wife, speaking in unfinished sentences, in grunts, in coughs, as people do, particularly at that time of day. And I wondered what it would be like to sit down at that kind of dialogue, in which sentences are rarely completed and thoughts are rarely followed up and one person is not really listening closely to another. That’s all I had. And that’s when I began writing - Don Delillo
Monday 9 January 2012
FE DE ERRATAS
Fe de erratas 1174 / b
Fe de erratas concerniente al artículo 99
Tómese nota de que donde dice “antimateria literaria” debe decir “materia oscura literaria”
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