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First published September 1, 1983
Original collections:
: stories 1947-1955, English translation 1968. Translated by Gregory Rabassa
: stories 1962, English translation 1972. Translated by J. S. Bernstein
: stories 1968-1972, English translation 1978. Translated by Gregory Rabassa
"the notion of time, upset since the day before, disappeared completely then there was no Thursday. What should have been Thursday was a physical, jelly-like substance thing that could have been parted with the hands in order to look into Friday" (100).
"Then it rained. And the sky was a gray, jellyfish-like substance that flapped its wings a hand away from our heads" (94).
From "The Other Side of Death", "Gently wrapped in the warm climate of a covered serenity, he felt the lightness of his artificial and daily death. He sank into a loving geography, into an easy, ideal world, a world like one drawn by a child, with no algebriac equations, with no living farewells, no force of gravity" (17).