“Ah, ah. No releas, Paul. Eres muy joven, y aquellos que releen tienden a llenarse de la sabiduría inadecuada antes de tiempo. Ahora tienes que leer, leer todo lo que puedas, lo más heterogéneo posible. Sólo cuando llegas a mis años sabes que aquello que relees no es una pérdida de tiempo.”
“La traición y el asesinato van siempre juntos, como dos diablos unidos en un yugo que por el mismo fin trabajan tan groseramente por interés natural que la imaginación no se asombra ante ellos. Pero a ti, contra todo decoro, te estaba reservado, provocar asombro, al tiempo que traición y asesinato. Sea cual fuere el diablo que ha obrado sobre ti, se ha ganado fama de excelente en el Infierno.”
“Donde el entendimiento no ve más allá de uno mismo”
“En junio de 1922, con un marco se podían comprar dos cigarrillos; con doscientos setenta y dos marcos, un dólar americano. En marzo de 1923, el mismo día en que Paul metió al descuido una patata de más en la bolsa de la señora Schmidt, hacían falta cinco mil marcos para comprar un cigarrillo, y veinte mil para entrar en un banco y salir con un reluciente billete de un dólar.”
“El día empieza a medianoche, en mitad de la oscuridad. Y luego todo es luz.”
“En el que el héroe vence cuando acepta su propia muerte”
“Éste es el apretón de manos secreto del aprendiz, y sirve para que dos hermanos masones se reconozcan como tales. Se realiza presionando el pulgar contra la parte alta del nudillo del índice del saludado, que devolverá idéntico el apretón. Su nombre secreto es BOAZ, el de la columna que representa a la luna en el Templo de Salomón. Si un masón tiene dudas sobre otro que se presenta como tal, le pedirá que deletree este nombre. Los impostores comienzan por la letra B, mientras que el auténtico iniciado comienza por la tercera letra, de este modo: A-B-O-Z.”
“So I got to witness firsthand how those metal links got broken. The muscles in his upper arms pumped to the size of grapefruits, and the fabric of the T-shirt tightened around them almost to tearing…
Then the metal gave way with a musical twang, and the chain snaked noisily from the grate, falling to the rain-softened earth with a clunk.
“By all means,” John said, brushing his hands together in a self-satisfied way, “let’s call Mr. Smith.”
I ducked my head, hiding my blushing cheeks by pretending to be busy putting my cell phone back in my bag. Encouraging his occasional lapses into less than civilized behavior seemed like a bad idea, so I didn’t let on how extremely attractive I’d found what he’d just done.
“You know,” I remarked coolly, “I’m already your girlfriend. You don’t have to show off your superhuman strength for me.”
John looked as if he didn’t for one minute believe my disinterest. He opened the grate for me with a gentlemanly bow. “Let’s go find your cousin,” he said. “I’d like to be home in time for supper. Where’s the coffin?”
“It’s at my mom’s house,” I said.
“What?” That deflated his self-satisfaction like a pin through a balloon. He stood stock-still outside the door to his crypt, the word HAYDEN carved in bold capital letters above his head. “What’s it doing there?”
“Seth Rector and his girlfriend and their friends asked me if they could build it in my mom’s garage,” I said. “They said it was the last place anyone would look.”
John shook his head slowly. “Rector,” he said, grinding out the word. “I should have known.”
I threw him a wide-eyed glance. “You know Seth Rector?”
“Not Seth,” he said, darkly.”
“You know, I've kinda been freaking out over being a father, but then I read in a men's magazine somewhere that as long as you can keep your son off the pipe and your daughter off the pole, that you've done a good job.”
“How are you doing this?" I continued, frowning at him. "And if you say 'I am a cat.' I swear I will throw you off this balcony.”
“Things I will never like: 1. Drying off with a cold, damp towel. 2. The feeling of seaweed wrapping around my legs. 3. Anything that was popular in the 70's. 4. Licorice, yam, or raisins. 5. That high-pitched screech that babies make. 6. Writhing maggots.”
“how a person treats their waitress is a great indication of their character.”
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