Only Csar Aira could have cooked up this witch's potion (and only he would plop in phantom Mont Blanc pens as well as fearsome crocodiles from the banks of the Nile)--a brew bubbling over with the question: where does literature end and magic begin?
Only Csar Aira could have cooked up this witch's potion (and only he would plop in phantom Mont Blanc pens as well as fearsome crocodiles from the banks of the Nile)--a brew bubbling over with the question: where does literature end and magic begin?
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