Melvin Gottfried scratched the part in his perfectly constructed sandy blonde hair precisely with the slightly overgrown nail of his left index finger. He was disassociating as the bald doctor moved his hands in sympathetic motions. All sound had drained from the air and in his mind was one and only one word: cancer. The doctor continued to wag about as Melvin struggled to find a thought to rest upon, a centre to recuperate his mental energy and a way of relating in that terrible moment to the ceaseless demands of everyday living and thinking. The way things are done and done correctly. The responsible and civilised way of living. In trying to organise his thoughts in that moment, to align them with the dictates of educated behaviour and rational thinking, he found that all his previous thoughts had not prepared him for their obvious conclusion, that he had made no provisions for this moment and that this was indicative of the short-sightedness and therefore folly of his life.
TE LO MEJORO EN ESPAÑOL:CON LA SOBRECRECIDA UÑA DE SU ZURDO DEDO ÍNDICE, MELVINO GODOFREDO RASCÓSE LA CRENCHA DE SU PULCRO Y BLONDO CABELLO; ESTABA IDO CUANDO EL DOCTOR CALVO —POR ALOPECIA, Y POR APELLIDO— MOVIÓ SUS MANOS EN SIMPATÉTICAS MOCIONES; EL AIRE ESTABA DRENADO DE TODO SONIDO, Y, EN SU MENTE, UNA ÚNICA PALABRA: «CÁNCER».EL DOCTOR CONTINUABA RONDANDO MIENTRAS QUE MELVINO INTENTABA FIJAR SU MENTE EN UNA IDEA, UN ANCLA A LA QUE ASIRSE.CÓMO CONTINUAR EN LA BREGA COTIDIANA CON ESTA PODREDUMBRE DENTRO DE ÉL? CÓMO FUNCIONAR COMO PERSONA? CÓMO ESTAR Y VIVIR, CARGANDO CON LA MUERTE? ACASO NO CARGAMOS TODOS CON ELLA DESDE QUE SOMOS ENGENDRADOS? NUESTROS PADRES, NUESTROS MAESTROS, PREPÁRANNOS PARA LA VIDA; NADIE PREPÁRANNOS PARA MORIR; YA NADIE SABE MORIR.
>>23825145Lol he scratches his head with one finger, what a fag
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