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sábado, 28 de dezembro de 2019

Por vezes, a infância parece muito próxima: “If I close my eyes a moment, I am able to bring back that picture very vividly.”
“But I remember [...] feeling both angry and dejected. I had not only made an ass of myself with Miss Hemmings, but that I had perhaps been doing so continuously throughout the previous month; that my friends, for all their congratulations, had been laughing at me.”

terça-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2019

The remains of the day

romance When We Were Orphans

 escritor Kazuo Ishiguro
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