Marco Polo sabía que lo que imaginan los hombres no es menos real que lo que llaman la realidad.

Dick” Counterfly had absquatulated swiftly into the night, leaving his son with only a pocketful of specie and the tender admonition, “Got to ‘scram,

Do you not have tribes? Rivalries?" "Of course," said Taref. "All of us do. I am the son of a Naib." "The third son of a Naib." Lillis said. "Because of my two older brothers, I will never rule the tribe.

It's that he persists in the bizarre, adolescent belief that getting to have sex with whomever one wants whenever one wants to is a cure for human despair.

Written By David Foster Wallace

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