I sold her to a waiter friend who immediately began to chop her into little pieces, which he carefully deposited in the buckets where bottles are chilled.
oh no
I sold her to a waiter friend who immediately began to chop her into little pieces, which he carefully deposited in the buckets where bottles are chilled.
oh no
There in the mountains, among the tall pines and precipices, I breathed the cold thin air like a thought of liberty
finally feeling free, but what a great simile
stuttering a single syllable
the sound of rain on water
master of a limited number of souls and bodies
how could a woman compare the the ocean
And when I was at the point of death, and purple, she deposited me on the bank and began to kiss me, saying I don't know what things.
Paz illustrates the powerful roaring and the softness an& beauty of the sea so damn well
Certain nights her skin was covered with phosphorescence and to embrace her was to embrace a piece of night tattooed with fire.
wow
calm water.
I like the use of a second fragmented descriptor at the end of an initial description
a little snail
?
But never did I reach the center of her being. Never did I touch the nakedness of pain and of death. Perhaps it does not exist in waves, that secret site that renders a woman vulnerable and mortal. that electric button where all interlocks, twitches, and straightens out to then swoon.
what powerful and enrapturing metaphor
Nothing is comparable to sleeping in those waters, to wake pounded by a thousand happy light lashes, by a thousand assaults that withdrew laughing
makes me want to fall in love with the ocean
it enveloped me like music or some giant lips
so surreal yet completely understood
If I embraced her, she swelled with pride, in credibly tall, like the liquid stalk of a poplar; and soon that thinness flowered into a fountain of white feathers,
Understandable yet so creatively worded
into a plume of smiles
such imaginative language
shined with teeth
?
All was beach, sand, a bed of sheets that were always fresh.
beautiful descriptive language
blue reflections,
fun fact: the ocean is blue because of the blue sky, not the other way around
poured me in the engine
why in the engine?
Surrealist poets.
will be a surreal story
that !tfe In the cIty was not what she had been able to imagine
this will not be a romantic tale in traditional fantasy sense, people will respond realistically to seeing a wave
In spite of the shouts of the others wh,p grabbed her by her floating clothes, she clutched my arm and went off with me leaping.
How immediately grasping
Paz has been an outspoken social critic, a philosopher, an essayist, and a leading figure in the renaissance ofLatin American literature.
What a hero
你是研究生物科技的. 孫子能給我嗎? 有你們兩個的基因的
"You are studying biotechnology. Can Sun Tzu give it to me? It has the genes of both of you"
google translate isnt always the best
Lonely boy.
my heart
婆婆’ means husband’s mother and ‘公公’ means husband’s father.
sweet lord what a cute surprise
他上月向我求婚
"He proposed to me last month"
我找到了我的對象
"I found my object"
The water gets it though and I stay dry.
Water is person and subtext dependent
Water doesn’t fall when I say that.
interesting use of the established laws of this world
It’s stupid to be in the same house as him and still miss him so much
very relatable
Since I’m trying to get time alone with my parents, one of them is always a witness.
The point of making a show of "Kevin's parents" and not embarrassing the narrators parents in front of them
The rest of the day is like an extremely tedious game of basketball.
great simile, immediately understood
She just enjoys showing me the dry air.
such a powerful use of world building in strictly metaphorical context
They just make it extremely obvious that you’re hedging against the truth.
I wonder the tactics politicians would use
How dare you?
so immediately telling about not just their relationship, but the family dynamic
It’s like the adults were all my nieces’ age and someone told them there was no Santa Claus.
apt and vivid descriptors
He nudges himself against me then holds me as if only I can fit in that gap between his arms and chest.
how incredibly sweet and vivid
Matt, this isn’t a root canal.
technically a truth
Coming from anyone else, that sentence would make me feel too stupid to live. Still, he has a point. I fumble but can’t find any words to answer
really personalized/characterized way to say how he feels
Oh, if there’s anything Gus can do, it’s put up a brave front. He does that stony-faced thing where his mouth is set in a grim, straight line better than anyone I know. But behind his hard, blue eyes, I can see the fear that’s not there even when some paradox rips him apart.
The explanation of these characters is so well written
Gus stops instantly
How respectful
Fundamental laws of physics do that. Profound theorems of mathematics do that.
Stop water?
Gus is up to a minute now and I wish he’d blurt something unequivocal.
rather, does telling a truth stop the torrential downpour of water after blurting out a paradoxical lie?
holding out for as long as possible
Holding out for what? Does waiting to lie make less water?