segunda-feira, 2 de março de 2015
Trecho final da carta do Paul Auster para o Coetzee, de 3 de dezembro de 2010.
"Must run, but I wanted to dash off a few words to you before leaving. I'll be back in New York on the sixteenth. In the meantime, I offer you an American military expression from World War II, which I recently came across for the first time: FUBAR. (Translation: fucked up beyond all recognition.) Not bad, eh?