And now in which direction shall I go? To the right or to the left?”
For Augusto was less of a traveler through life than a stroller. “I will wait until a dog passes,” he said, “and I will start out in the direction that he takes.”
And now in which direction shall I go? To the right or to the left?”
For Augusto was less of a traveler through life than a stroller. “I will wait until a dog passes,” he said, “and I will start out in the direction that he takes.”