So a primeira pagina ja foi suficiente para me fazer esquecer os € 18 que eu paguei por [esse paperback].

"Getting through the night is becoming harder and harder. Last evening, I had the uneasy feeling that some men were trying to break into my room to shampoo me. But why? I kept imagining I saw shadowy forms, and at 3 A.M. the underwear I had draped over a chair resembled the Kaiser on roller skates. When I finally did fall asleep, I had the same hideous nightmare in which a woodchuck is trying to claim my prize at a raffle. Despair."

"Should I marry W.? Not if she won't tell me the other letters in her name. And what about her career? How can I ask a woman of her beauty to give up the Roller Derby? Decisions..."

"Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage."

e assim vai...