sharpens my political instinct!

 

sharpens my political instinct! We could see in his face (K) --- the place where he showed his power --- that he really knew how and when to take his steps. He stopped and looked at me again, this time fixedly, without any hurry. He probably knew what was going to happen between us, he became more and more thoughtful as my drink finished and the time came for us to go to sea together, as we had agreed ten minutes ago; that immobilized me in an apprehensive and crabbed posture on the beach chair, where I lay down on my back, on purpose, so that he could see what he could have immediately, if he wanted. ’’In my writings, memory and imagination cooperate in such a way that it is impossible to know whether the decisive information is false or true. If I had to write a story or chapter about you, Lara, I would become somewhat verbose, in the sense of conveying to the reader this stormy fury of a female affronted in her innermost being, courageously gathering fragments of energy in her own body in the face of insurmountable circumstances without a radical rupture with public morality in a state of indigestion.