He had been reading, in Spanish, the as-yet-untranslated new book by García Márquez, and he translated for me its rather terrible epigraph, which had impressed him.
'Love is like falconry', he said. 'Don't you think that's true, Cleveland?'
'Never say love is like anything,' said Cleveland. 'It isn't.'
De The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, de Michael Chabon
'Love is like falconry', he said. 'Don't you think that's true, Cleveland?'
'Never say love is like anything,' said Cleveland. 'It isn't.'
De The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, de Michael Chabon
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