Almost certainly politics of various sorts had something to with making Vargas Llosa wait so long for the honor.
According to the biographer, Dasso Saldivar, Vargas Llosa ran off to Stockholm with a Swedish stewardess he met while traveling.
If Vargas Llosa had never written a single novel, his nonfiction alone would have merited the Nobel.
So many families come that Vargas has arranged for a clown to entertain the kids.
An honor that the million plus in attendance (excluding perhaps Vargas Llosa) will certainly not protest.
All alike were summoned to Brussels; non curamus privilegios vestros declared Vargas in his ungrammatical Latin.
Vargas's troopers had stifled even the last breath of resistance.
Captain Frias was asleep with his head on the dining room table, and Vargas fell down the stairs trying to show Carmona his room.
The troops of Romero, Vargas, Valdez, were no less impatient.
Just then Vargas' secretary came up to her with his officious demeanour.