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Cat's Eye, de Margaret Atwood, a quem continuo "agarrado".

«They seem to me amazingly carefree. They have saved up for this trip and they are damn well going to enjoy it, despite the arthritis of one, the swollen legs of the other. They're rambunctious, they're full of beans; they're tough as thirteen, they're innocent and dirty, they don't give a hoot. Responsibilities have fallen away from them, obligations, old hates and grievances; now for a short while they can play again like children, but this time without the pain. This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that's gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea».