Cientos y cientos de bachilleres caen en el íntimo, en el sublime y delicadísimo vicio solitario.Y algunas docenas de muchachas esperan -¿qué esperan, Dios mío?, ¿por qué las tienen tan engañadas? – con la mente llena de dorados sueños…

-Camilo José Cela

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