Tiempo (3)

I thought his memory was like other memories of the dead that accumulate in every man's life - a vague impress on the brain of shadows that had fallen on it in their swift and final passage; but before the high and ponderous door, between the tall houses of a street as still and decorous as a well-kept alley in a cemetery, I had a vision of him on the stretcher, open his mouth voraciously, as if to devour all the earth with all his mankind

Joseph Conrad - Heart of Darkness (El corazón de las tinieblas)


Dr. Feelgood - Roxette