Corner of St. Laurent and Marie-Anne.
South Asian male, 20s, dark bushy hair, green t-shirt, khakis, sneakers, black bag. Walking and reading.
Blindness, José Saramago (Harcourt Brace & Co)
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…it is here, she discreetly knocked on the door, ten minutes later she was naked, fifteen minutes later she was moaning, eighteen minutes later she was whispering words of love that she no longer needed to feign, after twenty minutes she began to lose her head, after twenty-one minutes she felt that her body was being lacerated with pleasure, after twenty-two minutes she called out, Now, now, and when she regained consciousness she said, exhausted and happy, I can still see everything white.
Night. Waxing moon. Sound of whippoorwills.
Romana (breathlessly): My goodness.
Noveline: They used to say some things would make you go blind.
