from "The Lost Cause: A Memoir of My Life with Gabriel García Marquez"
from “The Lost Cause: A Memoir of My Life with Gabriel García Marquez” Whenever he comes to Paris, he calls immediately. "My friend,'' his voice explodes, "Why don't you come have lunch with me?" Now he's the owner of a neat, tranquil apartment right in the heart of Montparnasse. Inside, everything's dressed in light colors and seems to be organized with order and taste: English leather chairs, Wifredo Lam's engravings, a magnificent stereo, and always, always, a crystal vase in the library, with recently cut yellow roses. "They bring luck, my friend." As with good wines and elm trees, t...
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