
The house smells of parchment, of lotion, of culture, of memories, of loneliness, of disappointment. Listen. There is the barely perceptible cry of a dying chord, so sweetly plaintive, so exquisitely formed. Antonio Bombal, who walks with a stoop, goes into his spacious library. The walls are lined with books. Bombal speaks five languages, reads Latin and Greek.
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