The Snows of Kilimanjaro, las historias que Harry no pudo escribir
He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook. (…) What was his talent anyway? It was…
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