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Part 7: The threat

The year 2007 started earlier than other years, with a summer seminar on Funes medieval theory. The most interesting of the seminars that I, along with the Vedda, surely. Among my companions was Carlos Gradín , who had met through this blog (which was gaining some popularity by then) late last year, and who used to drink on the plastic tables in the front bar interval.

Finally in 2007 I started making friends in Puan, ie also saw friends outside the cloister. I also met Alexander Soifer, with whom I studied a subject never came out, and sometimes with Ferko and Celeste. I joined a study group with some experience, "Mimesis" (So \u200b\u200bnamed because it was the first book I read as a group, before I joined), whose participants were (and still is) Gadalupe Campos, with whom I attended the Summer Seminar, the seminar Cerrato Beckett and Literature nineteenth century. In the group at that time read a book about the Bible in Northrop Frye, The Great Code , and Art History of Gombrich.

Apart from these three, I studied American, whose practical do not think it necessary to speak. As told at the time, I discovered on a trip to Tandil that year that are very nice and funny person with whom one can speak well of any thing. The old Costa Picazo I did not like but to be honest, I do not like much (nor do I like) the pantomime of pretending a waiver each year. While it is not impossible that his or her successor is worse, a little renovation I Chairs look something negative like that. I enjoyed Henry James but was already in a period of the race in which I worried about leaving novels (which are more binding) unfinished. That happened to me The Wings of the Dove . And will end one day, I'm sure.

While the race continued to enjoy almost as much as before, and still work well (it was then when I moved to morning), but a little boring, the truth is beginning to perceive the threat on the horizon of nothingness.

also had spent many years of chastity and alleged vagueness. Let alone love. The truth is that at that moment is not the same now, for reasons that would take too long to explain, remember my only experience of romance as something that should have happened to someone else. Even when told, as in the return trip from Tandil (on the bus were told the first stories of love and mine had some success) was not exactly my place in the matter.

The relief I found for this situation since the end of the year, no had nothing to do with love, and rather confirmed the more draconian aspects of my personality. He also confirmed, although perhaps not the best way possible, that male bodies were out of my fantasies and they were even available to me. It was enough to create a mail account under a false name and go with the flow. For the first time in years, I had a secret.

nineteenth century and the medieval love seminar materials were relatively quiet for me at this stage of the game were not exactly the partial insurmountable obstacles, and Sade that I wrote papers on both subjects were quite good, but also cost me a enormous amount of work. Not that I especially like Sade as a writer.

The year ended and the air runner was imminent. My little academic experience in Tandil had been satisfactory and she would continue on this path. But something told me it would not suffice. Sometimes I looked at the ID in the list of present and did not feel so young.

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