The news of the death of my friend José María Carrascal has shocked me. He was the type of person I thought would live forever, certainly I believed he would outlive me. Don´t ask me why. He favored me with his friendship, with articles about my books, with a prologue to my Phonétic inglesa, and his interest in the English language. Lately, we had been in the habit of meeting once a year over a cup of coffee and talking about literature and politics. I have all of his books, autographed. His apocryphal autobiography of Ortega y Gasset is my favorite. It seems that last Tuesday he wrote and published his last article for the newspaper ABC. Today is a sad day indeed.
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