We'll Grow Old Waiting.

His Place Was Always Set At The Table, In Case He Rturned From The Dead Without Warning .

Life In The World... Was Nothing More Than A System Of Atavistic Contracts, Banal Ceremonies, Preordained Words, With Which People Entertained Each Other In Society In Order Not To Commit Murder. The Dominant Sign In That Paradise Of Provincial Frivolity Was Fear Of The Unknown.

Life Is But A Continual Succession Of Opportunities For Surviving.

He Spent Six Hours Examining Things, Trying To Find A Difference From Their Appearance On The Previous Day In The Hope Of Discovering In Them Some Change That Would Reveal The Passage Of Time.

But He Only Found Her In The Image That Saturated His Private And Terrible Solitude.