A fine parting injunction to a friend you are seeing off at the train station.  Julián did as he was told.

 

‘Write,’ he said.

‘I’ll write to you as soon as I get there,’ answered Julián.

‘No.  Not to me.  Write books.  Not letters.  Write them for me, for Penélope.’

 

Source: Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind, trans. Lucia Graves (London: Phoenix, 2012), p. 290

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