Impressive quotes, but I find it difficult to read a book of that kind of intensity/ density. I used to have a book by him, unread, but I
*checks shelves* I think I gave it away.
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Not the edition that I'm reading, but this image shows the route of Greene's travels. A morose Catholic, Greene went through Mexico in 1938, grumbling about what he saw. On just p.48 he goes to a cock-fight and writes,
"That, I think, was the day I began to hate the Mexicans" - and it gets worse from there on. Sunstroke, agonising days riding a donkey through the mountains, and a case of dysentery do little to cheer him up.