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I swallow my soup. Then in the midst of what I am reading, I think: “The soup is in me, I have it in this pouch which I will never see, my stomach.” I feel with two fingers and I touch the mass, the motion of the food there inside. And I am this, a bag with food inside of it.
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from Hopscotch
by Julio Cortazar
as translated by Gregory Rabassa
original title: "Rayuela"
original language: Spanish
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