I have a friend who must be the sweetest, shyest person in the world. His name is brittle
and ancient (Luke), his age modestly intermediate (forty). He is rather short and skinny,
has a thin moustache and even thinner hair on his head. Since his vision is not perfect, he
wears glasses: they are small, round and frame-less.
In order not to inconvenience anyone, he always walks sideways. Instead of saying 'Excuse
me', he prefers to glide by one side. If the gap is so narrow that it will not allow him to
pass, Luke waits patiently until the obstruction -- be it animate or inanimate, rational or
irrational -- moves by itself. Stray dogs and cats panic him, and in order to avoid them he
constantly crosses from one side to of the road to another.
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speaking at all. He has never interrupted anybody. On the other hand, he can never manage
more than two words without somebody interrupting him. This does not seem to irritate him;
in fact, he actually appears happy to have been able to utter those two words.
My friend Luke has been married for years. His wife is a thin, choleric, nervous woman who,
as well as having an unbearably shrill voice, strong lungs, a finely drawn nose and a
viperous tongue suffers from an uncontrollable temper and the personality of a lion tamer.
Luke -- you have to wonder how -- has succeeded in producing a child named (by his mother)
Juan Manuel. He is tall, blond, intelligent, distrustful, sarcastic and has a fringe. It is
not entirely true that he only obeys his mother. However, the two of them have always
agreed that Luke has little to offer the world and therefore choose to ignore his scarce
and rarely expressed opinions.
Luke is the oldest and the least important employee of a dismal company that imports cloth.
It operates
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black-stained wooden floors situated in Alsina street. The owner -- I know him personally
-- is called don Aqueróntido -- I don't know whether that is his first name or his surname
-- and he has a ferocious moustache, is bald and has a thunderous voice. He is also violent
and greedy. My friend Luke goes to work dressed all in black, wearing a very old suit that
shines from age. He only owns one shirt -- the one he wore for the first time on the day of
his marriage -- and it has an anachronistic plastic collar. He also only owns one tie, so
frayed and greasy that it looks more like a shoelace. Unable to bear the disapproving looks
of don Aqueróntido, Luke, unlike his colleagues, does not dare work without his jacket on
and in order to keep this jacket in good condition he wears a pair of grey sleeve-
protectors. His salary is ludicrously low, but he still stays behind in the office every
day and works for another three or four hours: the tasks don Aqueróntido gives him are so
huge that he has no
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accomplishing them within normal hours. Now, just after the don Aqueróntido cut his salary
yet again, his wife has decided that Juan Manuel must not do his secondary studies in a
state school. She has chosen to put his name down for a very costly institution in the
Belgrano area. In view of the extortionate outlay this involves, Luke has stopped buying
his newspaper and (an even greater sacrifice) The Reader's Digest, his two favourite
publications. The last article he managed to read in the Reader's Digest explained how
husbands should repress their own overwhelming personality in order to make room for the
actualisation of the rest of the family group.