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For three weeks, I saw them every day, and now I don’t know what has become of them. I’ll probably never see them again—at least, not her. Summer conversations, and even confidences, rarely lead anywhere.
I nearly always saw them at the beach, where it’s difficult to get a good look at people. Especially so for me, because I’m nearsighted and would rather see everything through a haze than return to Madrid with a kind of white mask on my otherwise perfectly tanned face, and I never wear my contact lenses when I go to the beach or into the sea, where they might be lost forever. Nevertheless, I was tempted to rummage around in the bag in which my wife, Luisa, keeps my glasses case—well, the temptation came from her, really, because she, if I may put it this way, was constantly transmitting to me the more peculiar activities of the more peculiar bathers around us.
Read While the Women Are Sleeping by Javier Marias.
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We were going to ignore the new Dan Brown release as we have no intention of reading it, but MMDA Chair Tolentino has just made it sound interesting.
Thanks for the free book publicity–anything that makes people read.
No thanks for speaking for everyone and making us sound like flaming idiots!