About the book: year / The last to return was Lo Pauli - he was sent the farthest, to the very stern, to where Liszt’s central keelson trunk turns into a thick stem. As soon as Pauli took a breath, Logwit Romero briefly inquired: “Well?” Logwit was gloomy. And, alas, the hunter had nothing to please him with. “It’s drying up,” he said guiltily. - Almost dried out, all yellow, like holly in the heat…