(REGALO DE HALLOWEEN) EL LIBRO DE LA SEMANA: OTRA VUELTA DE TUERCA, DE HENRY JAMES
No le será difícil a nuestros despiertos lectores conseguir una copia de The Innocents, de Jack Clayton, tema del post anterior, sobre una película basada en una obra maestra de Henry James. Vuestro blog favorito, les obsequia, al filo de Halloween, el curioso libro de Henry James.
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Password: "La luna hacía que la noche fuera excesivamente penetrable y me mostraba en el prado a una persona, empequeñecida por la distancia, que permanecía de pie, inmóvil y como fascinada, mirando hacia el lugar donde yo me encontraba. Pero no me miraba a mí, sino a algo que al parecer estaba por encima de mí. Era evidente que había otra persona arriba..., que había una persona en la torre; pero la figura sobre el césped no era de ninguna manera la que yo había imaginado y confiadamente me había apresurado a enfrentar. La figura sobre el césped —me sentí enferma al comprobarlo— era la del pobre, la del pequeño Miles."
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