"Asthma is speaking cryptically and symbolically," I say, having regained my composure. "What she is saying is she wants to see the beauties of the world and live her life deeply." Asthma snorts.
"Since when," snarls Goldie, "do eight-year-olds need interpreters?"'
"The Bea, Beatrice, Beatriz Langley, B. Langley, who will go on signing letters to a defunct lover with all those variants of her name. The one who will hide the secret of her frustration in order to write poems dictated by pure, simple reason, the reason of dazzling insufficiency, timid reason."
"Did you enter the Indies legally or did you sneak in?" "A very good question, one that history will also put to the peoples of Europe: Oh, you peoples of Europe- and not just individuals-did you enter the Indies legally or did you sneak in? It is you yourself who must answer that question, not me."
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