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Paul Theroux Reads Jorge Luis Borges

The New Yorker: Fiction

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Espinosa and the Guthrie

The rain had broken through the roof of the tool shed. When they got the beams repaired they said, they'd show him where. Espinosa realized that he didn't even know her name. Impelled by some sentiment he did not attempt to understand, he swore that when he returned to Buenos Aires he'd tell no one of the incident. The next day began like all the others, except that the father asked whether Christ had allowed himself to be killed in order to save all mankind.

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