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Archery Tomorrow with photos and cartoons

Yesterday I spent the morning in Leon, Antonio Gamoneda , speaking of his books, and how the orders. And he told me his library divided into three parts.
One in the basement, where books remain in boxes, messy, until he decides what to do with them, take them to the shelves on the first floor, near where he works, or upload them to "hell" as he calls it.

The single-bill-me against what happens to all hell is high, the wooden floor loft and skylight.

But even there, like the gods misecicordiosos, up from time to time Gamoneda, to review the cases, review them and see which of those books can be sentenced again descend to the basement to consider a pardon .
So there's a bustle, always, boxes, moving up and down, and towers of books on their way up, to hell, or down on the way to purgatory are in a landing, ignorant, all of them, the fate that awaits final.

And I spoke with nostalgia of an old collection of Dick Turpin read as a child, and has not returned to them on the shelves, and that poems published by his father in 1919, higher life Another -the only book that was at home during time-in which she learned to read, and time, and almost without trying, poetry.
There was a time he wrote, and n my only passions were poverty
and rain.

I loved meeting you. See his books. Chat.