“Do you think it’s good–Barcelona?”
This inquiry pierced the silence, which Ruiz had braved for quite some time.
“I suppose…” Paul said.
“You make of it what you can. What the hell should I know about what is good? What do I know? Nothing!”
“You don’t know what “good” is?”
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