Chapter 8


Something about this: Roberto Bolano, from Savage Detectives, page 223:

“I saw her hurry across the Zocalo, ah, what a sight, a woman in her twenties in the 1920s crossing the Zocalo as fast as if she were late to meet a lover or on her way to some little job in one of the stores downtown, a woman modestly dressed in cheap but pretty clothes, her hair jet-black, her back straight, her legs not very long but unutterably graceful…


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