Exerpt from Hopscotch / Rayuela, by Julio Cortazar I bought this book in Spanish in Buenos Aires. It's one of Argentina's most famous books and author, but even native Spanish speakers find it somewhat difficult of a read. Eventually I got a copy in English. Context: Oliveira is a pretentious bohemian who for half the book has been talking theoretical philosophy. He has gotten his friends to rig a bridge of boards between their third story windows, across the street, so that they can give him some mate tea leaves mixed with nails. Talita is sitting in the middle of the precarious boards, in her bathrobe, nearly fainting from the heat while her husband gets her a hat. The whole time Oliveira has been imagining that the scorching day is really frigidly cold and the sun is actually the moon. Suddenly he doesn't want the mate anymore.
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