The Celt

Mario Vargas Llosa

When they opened the door to his cell, the street noise that the stone walls had muffled came in along with the stream of light and a blast of wind. Roger woke in alarm. Blinking, still confused, struggling to calm down, he saw the silhouette of the sheriff leaning in the doorway, his flabby face, …


The Self-Illuminated
When You Grow Into Yourself