«All right, God, say that you are really there. You have put me in this fix. You want to test me. Suppose I test you? Suppose I say that You are not there? (…) I am thougher than You. If You will come down here right now, I will spit into your face, if You have a face. And do You shit? The priest never answered that question. He told us not to doubt. Doubt what? I think that You have been picking on me too much so I am asking You to come down here so I can put You to the test!»
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye, New York: Ecco, 2002, p. 141.
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grande excerto. dá vontade de ler o resto.
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