I'm scared," she said. "These days I feel like a snail without a shell." "I'm scared too," I said. "I feel like a frog without any webs." She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog.


South of the Border, West of the Sun: A Novel (ed. Vintage, 2010) - ISBN: 9780307762740


I'm scared, she said. These days I feel like a snail without a shell. I'm scared too, I said. I feel like a frog without any webs. She looked up and...

I'm scared, she said. These days I feel like a snail without a shell. I'm scared too, I said. I feel like a frog without any webs. She looked up and...

I'm scared, she said. These days I feel like a snail without a shell. I'm scared too, I said. I feel like a frog without any webs. She looked up and...

I'm scared, she said. These days I feel like a snail without a shell. I'm scared too, I said. I feel like a frog without any webs. She looked up and...