I have a friend who must be the sweetest, shyest person in the world. His name is brittle and ancient (Luke),
his age modestly intermediate (forty). He is rather short and skinny, has a thin moustache and even thinner
hair on his head. Since his vision is not perfect, he wears glasses: they are small, round and frame-less.
In order not to inconvenience anyone, he always walks sideways. Instead of saying 'Excuse me', he prefers to
glide by one side. If the gap is so narrow that it will not allow him to pass, Luke waits patiently until the
obstruction -- be it animate or inanimate, rational or irrational -- moves by itself. Stray dogs and cats
panic him, and in order to avoid them he constantly crosses from one side to of the road to another.
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He speaks with a very thin, subtle voice, so inaudible that it is hard to tell if he is speaking at all. He
has never interrupted anybody. On the other hand, he can never manage more than two words without somebody
interrupting him. This does not seem to irritate him; in fact, he actually appears happy to have been able to
utter those two words.
My friend Luke has been married for years. His wife is a thin, choleric, nervous woman who, as well as having
an unbearably shrill voice, strong lungs, a finely drawn nose and a viperous tongue suffers from an
uncontrollable temper and the personality of a lion tamer. Luke -- you have to wonder how -- has succeeded in
producing a child named (by his mother) Juan Manuel. He is tall, blond, intelligent, distrustful, sarcastic
and has a fringe. It is not entirely true that he only obeys his mother. However, the two of them have always
agreed that Luke has little to offer the world and therefore choose to ignore his scarce and rarely expressed
opinions.
Luke is the oldest and the least important employee of a dismal company that imports cloth. It operates out
of a very dark building with black-stained wooden floors situated in Alsina street. The owner -- I know him
personally -- is called don Aqueróntido -- I don't know whether that is his first name or his surname -- and
he has a ferocious moustache, is bald and has a thunderous voice. He is also violent and greedy. My friend
Luke goes to work dressed all in black, wearing a very old suit that shines from age. He only owns one shirt
-- the one he wore for the first time on the day of his marriage -- and it has an anachronistic plastic
collar. He also only owns one tie, so frayed and greasy that it looks more like a shoelace. Unable to bear
the disapproving looks of don Aqueróntido, Luke, unlike his colleagues, does not dare work without his jacket
on and in order to keep this jacket in good condition he wears a pair of grey sleeve-protectors. His salary
is ludicrously low, but he still stays behind in the office every day and works for another three or four
hours: the tasks don Aqueróntido gives him are so huge that he has no
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just after the don Aqueróntido cut his salary yet again, his wife has decided that Juan Manuel must not do
his secondary studies in a state school. She has chosen to put his name down for a very costly institution in
the Belgrano area. In view of the extortionate outlay this involves, Luke has stopped buying his newspaper
and (an even greater sacrifice) The Reader's Digest, his two favourite publications. The last article he
managed to read in the Reader's Digest explained how husbands should repress their own overwhelming
personality in order to make room for the actualisation of the rest of the family group.
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