David Foster Wallace

Un autor estadounidense perdido en albercas azules y bromas suicidas

(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I’d advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. In fact I’m gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings [«parents»?] and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says «Morning, boys. How’s the water?» And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes «What the hell is water?«

(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I’d advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. In fact I’m gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings [«parents»?] and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says «Morning, boys. How’s the water?» And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes «What the hell is water?«

(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I’d advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. In fact I’m gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings [«parents»?] and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says «Morning, boys. How’s the water?» And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes «What the hell is water?«