"She has the passion of a python. She just devours me whole every time, as if I were some over-large rabbit. That's me. The bulge around her navel -if you're wondering what it is -it's me. Me, buried alive down there, and going mad, smothered in that peaceful looking coil. Not a sound, not a flicker from her -she doesn't even rumble a little. You'd think that the indigestible mess would stir up some kind of tremo in those distended, overfed tripes -but not her! She'll go on sleeping and devouring me until there's nothing left of me."
Look back in anger, John Osborne
Veía la luna a través de tu ventana rectangular. Estaba envuelta por una nube naranja que parecía de fuego, ardiendo redonda y grande en medio del cielo que se estaba oscureciendo. Y nada más.
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