until it was time to go to bed,
perspiring with fear on a stool
under the watchful and
glacial eyes of the tattletale
saints. It was useless torture
because even at that time he
already had a terror of
everything around him and he
was prepared to be frightened
at anything he met in life:
women on the street, who
would ruin his blood; the
women in the house, who
bore children with the tail of
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