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.There was something in that glub, glub, glub.a kind of screech that escaped his lips as he slurped the water.I don’t know quite how to describe the sound.It was like the noise made by a sink drain but infinitely sharper—more like the sound of chalk on a blackboard, a kind of eeewwweeeewwwyyy, the kind of screech that runs through the spine and threatens to explode from under one’s fingernails.Yes, that is what it was: first, the glub glub and then, oh Lord: eeewwweeeewwwyyy.glub.Followed by a shudder.And then once again that feeling came over me again, the feeling that something dreadful was gnawing at me, though I couldn’t quite place it: eeewwweeeewwwyyy.glubglubglub.How repugnant, I thought as I peered down at Sánchez.What truly unbearable noises.The afternoon was so calm, so placid, and yet that sound—once again, eeewwweeeewwwyyy.glubglubglub—rose up through my inner ear, so very relentlessly.Surely you understand what I mean about those calm, lazy afternoons: The least little sound can acquire the most disturbing intensity and insolence, like an obscenity breaking through silent air.And Sánchez just slurped away as if he intended to go on glub-glubbing for all eternity, occasionally throwing in a few eeeewwwees, like a cat meowing.When will this agony end? I asked myself.I could strangle him.Mais quelle horreur.If only I could.oh, it just makes you want to.—glubglubglub—slit the man’s throat in tiny slices, drown him like a rat and shut him up forever.That was the moment I realized I was going to kill Antonio Sánchez.There are certain revelations in life that make a person feel like new: brand-new.I don’t know what Archimedes felt just before he ran out shouting “Eureka!” but I feel certain that it must have been something like the emotion I felt the minute I resolved to commit murder.Of course, when the great man from Syracuse made his discovery, it is entirely possible that he only had an inkling of his extraordinary breakthrough—very likely it was something he couldn’t quite identify, because in the beginning, every brilliant eureka! is nothing more than an elusive gust, wink, or spark of some sort.The point is, we all know when we have hit upon something important, but sometimes we don’t know quite what it is.In these cases, we have no choice but to sit down and mold that fantastic thing that has been revealed to us by a rapid thunderbolt of intuition.For this reason, I would bet that Archimedes just went home and, not bothering to get dressed or do anything (because I believe he went around in the nude), got to work on a series of calculations and diagrams, which would help him get to the root of the spark that had just gone off in his head.And that is precisely what I did that afternoon.I wrapped my mind around the idea that had suddenly entered my mind.And the first thing that occurred to me was to laugh—to myself and only myself, of course.Other than that, I did not move a muscle.I stayed right where I was, for the air was clear and the afternoon seemed to encourage contemplation.What about the woman at my side? you might ask.Wasn’t it difficult to organize my thoughts with someone droning on and on in the chair next to me? No, not really.You will see why.Killing Sánchez: What a discovery! Suddenly I felt certain ideas become clearer, more focused.And the terrible irritation that had been plaguing me all but evaporated.Now I just had to figure out why the idea filled me with such unbridled joy.The Art of ConversationNever hold anyone by the button or the hand in order to be heard out; for if people are unwilling to hear you, you had better hold your tongue than them.—Lord Chesterfield, Chesterfield’s Letters to His SonSánchez looked up at me, but only for an instant.He raised his head, which was still poised over the fountain, and looked at me.“Your friend is quite charming,” I said to the blond Bea, who had halted her soliloquy and turned to stare at me, perplexed.“Do you mean Antonio Sánchez?”“Excuse me, dear, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.Please, go on, go on.You were saying.?”I learned many things that afternoon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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