no way to make sense of a world that wouldn't let you pass except to call an end to the way you had come, to take out each letter you had brought and light their illumined corners; and to read them as they drifted on the late western light;
no hay manera de dar sentido a un mundo que no te deje pasar excepto para poner fin al camino por el que habías venido, para sacar cada carta que habías traído y alumbrar los rincones iluminados; y leerlas conforme se movían al compás de la última luz occidental;