The One Who Waits
I live in a well. I live like smoke in the well. Like vapor in a stone throat. I don’t move. I...
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Tag: death
Lincoln In The Bardo
Suddenly Mr. Bevins did not look well. His flesh was thin as parchment. Tremors ran through his...
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Incidences
The Plummeting Old Women A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a window,...
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Tenth of December
Home Coming up Gleason, I had that feeling. My hands and feet didn’t know exactly what they...
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Lincoln In The Bardo
The dead lay as they had fallen, in every conceivable shape, some grasping their guns as though...
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The Gay Science
The Madman. Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lighted a lantern and ran to...
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Love In The Time Of Cholera
The years of immobilized waiting, of hoping for good luck, were behind him, but on the horizon he could see nothing more than the unfathomable sea of imaginary illnesses, the drop-by-drop urinations of sleepless nights, the daily death at twilight. He thought that all the moments in the day, which had once been his allies and sworn accomplices, were beginning to conspire against him.
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The Appointment In Samarra
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me.
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One Hundred Years Of Solitude
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that...
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The Castle of Crossed Destinies
There was also a time when, wandering through museums, I would stop to face and question the Saint...
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