The world mocked me when i sent my resumes to consulting firms and investment banks. Rahul Gupta's exact words were, 'Einstein, you are a complete idiot.' IN YOUR FACE RAHUL GUPTA ! PODA PATTI! Bastard.

And Timerman's memoir, Prisoner without a Name, Cell without a Number, was the book above all that clothed in living, hurting flesh the necessarily abstract idea of the desaparecido: the disappeared one or, to invest it with the more sinister and grisly past participle with which it came into the world, the one who has been “disappeared.”

to meme into existence

The highroad on the other side was frequented by few, for a nearer-hand way to the west had been made through the lower Moss.