Saturday Night's Alright for Writing
“A multitude of tiny ice crystals, probably thrown from the ice cooler at the moment of impact, had lodged in the scars left behind by the chronic acne that had ravaged his face when he was a teenager. The left half of his face was numb and frozen, as if he’d been smashed in the face with an ice cooler, which was in fact the case, or as if he’d been hit by an iron that had been left too long in a very cold room, which is, I acknowledge, a very odd analogy.”
– The Extraordinary Journey of the Fakir Who Got Trapped in an Ikea Wardrobe by Romain Puértolas
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