saw a train moving and its whistle was like a long high-pitched human cry.
"'Can you rewrite the book? Is it true you can rewrite it?'
"Live twice. How do you live twice? I'm tired, Ernesto thought, looking ahead of him into the night and suddenly it was as if someone was beating him in the stomach, beating and beating.
"'Oh Ernesto. I wish I was dead. This is the worst day of my life...'
"'No, Marta. Just another day.' He took her hand and thought of the frailty of that woman's hand in his. 'Nothing has changed: it's an ordinary day.'"
(1951)
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