Robert Coover
was once a story that suddenly, when it was still possible, began. For the hero who set out, there was nothing sudden about it, of course, or set off, which had spent a lifetime waiting, nor in the outcome as this, whatever it was, it seemed as the horizon, to be provided elsewhere. But the dragon, as it was very rough, everything was sudden. Suddenly felt hungry and, without more, suddenly I was eating something. It was always like the first time. And then suddenly remembered eating something similar: a sour taste and family ... But just as suddenly, you forgot. The hero suddenly found the dragon (it took years of painful journey through the haunted jungles, endless deserts, cities charred by the breath of dragons, so that the word suddenly did not seem the most appropriate), not knowing how he felt draw the sword envy (outcome may be submitted to it soon, as if the horizon in a desperate illusion of a sudden, he bent), freedom without stress Dragon Freedom?, could have asked the dragon not have been so gross that was, while she pondered the sudden and familiar taste sour (do you still remember ...?) on his breath. But how Why? (Olvidado.)
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