A grief-stricken old man, slumped in a bedside chair in a San Juan hospital room, received word last week that he had won the 1956 Nobel Prize for Literature. The news brought no glimmer of joy to the white-bearded face of Poet Juan Ramon Jimenez. Honor, fame, and money ($38,633) no longer mattered; his wife of 40 years,"the inspiration for my whole work," as he once called her, was dying of cancer. He stood up and gently patted her hand. Then, reminded that the world expected him to say something for the occasion,...
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