the unknown slopes

“We heard the story of Jose Ramirez, or fragments of it; my friend thought it was wonderful, and, after a moment of puzzlement, so did I, though later, as we approached the unknown slopes of the night, to quote Poe, the story began to blur, as if the Indian boy’s words could find nowhere to settle in our memories, which must be why I can hardly remember a thing he said.”

— Roberto Bolaño, Last Evenings on Earth

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