No, one’s story isn’t a skin to be shed— it’s inescapable, one’s body and blood. You go on pumping it out till you die, the story veined with the themes of your life, the ever-recurring story that’s at once your invention and the invention of you.--escribió Phillip Roth, muerto ayer, en
The Prague Orgy (1985).
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