"As a matter of fact, he had with him a suitcase of extraordinary proportions, all covered with straps and clasps and handles, and so big, so truly big, that at first I suspected that someone else had brought it that far and left him standing there with it like a dwarf alongside a cathedral. A person who goes down the street with a load like that on his back can't have any pretensions, so I deduced that my candidate wouldn't be a difficult case." Page 8

"We kept on reading the letters, secretly and with all discretion, because Miss Eufrasia, who is sorcery incarnate (as far as I'm concerned all she's missing is a crystal ball and an owl on her shoulder), seemed to have smelled something and we started running into her everywhere, as if she had been multiplied by ten. What a fine scene it would have...