The Last Reading (Short story)
The Last Reading (Short story)

Summary/Abstract: As usual, he hopped up on the train at the last moment. He tossed his suitcase into one of the compartments. The wheels began to trundle down the tracks. It was a dark winter afternoon. He gazed out of the window drowsily, his eyes bloodshot from his vigils. He gazed at the fields of snow, the rooks fluttering above them, a black and white landscape painting, then yawned, his mouth gaping wide as if he wanted to swallow the whole thing, drew the curtain so as not to have to see anything, and, as he always did when something new lay before him or something completed behind him, he lit up.

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