My black brawls… As my black serpents slept, restlessness seized them. Writhing on the carpet, they slithered into the quivering cartoons where I triumph by weeping ruefully. The slender beasts’ agitation took the shape of sleeplessness, their silky skin softening the carpet’s maddeningly coarse weave. In the room’s cavernous silence, I kneeled before them. TheirContinue reading “Horacio Quiroga, from “Los arrecifes de coral””