No mas Lorrie Moore y otras catastrofes

"But what do I know." She smiled and shrugged. " I grew up in a trailer. It's not like a real family with a house." This was her excuse for everything, her own self-deprecating refrain; she'd grown up in trailer in upstate New York and was therefore unqualified to pronounce on any of the subjects she continued to pronounce on.
Gerard had his own line of self-excuse: "I was a retard in my father's play."
"A retard in your fathers play?"
"Yes," he said, realizing that faced with the large questions of life and not finding large answers, one must hen settle for makeshift, little answers, just as on a given day a person must at least eat something, even if it was not marvelous and huge.

Anagrams. Lorrie Moore. Ya lei todos sus libros. Estoy de duelo.

Ademas Ceferino Namuncura esta perdiendo su bello pelo cetrino. Venderan pelucas para bebe?