If there was to be a new Europe, there not only had to be a common market, but also great mobility in labor.

It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.

We thought you’d been shot, Freddy,” she said, “because Old Whibley found your hat way up beyond the ranch, and it had bullet holes in it.” So

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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