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THE FOLLOWING MORNING FERMÍN CAME TO WORK BORNE ON the wings of Cupid, smiling and whistling boleros. In any other circumstances, I would have inquired about his outing with Bernarda, but that day I was not in the mood for his poetic outbursts. My father had arranged to have an order of books delivered to Professor Javier Velázquez at eleven o'clock in his study at the university. The very mention of the professor made Fermín wince, so I offered to take the books myself.
"That sorry specimen is both pedantic and corrupt. A fascist buttock polisher," Fermín declared, raising his fist and striking the pose he reserved for his avenging moods. "With the pitiful excuse of his professorship and final exams, he would even have it off with Gertrude Stein, given the chance."