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“Maybe my father's Portuguese chauffeur still lived here; maybe he had been taken on by the new owners of the house. Maybe he'd been Filipino. His name no longer came to me. Perhaps it didn't matter either way.”

“And sometimes I wondered whether my entire family fed off the humiliation of others, whether they defined themselves through an elitism that was merely the air of a middle class wanting to ascend to the upper class, afraid of nothing more than its own proletarian background.”

“Once one summer, he had rented for us in Cascais the home of the Portuguese banking family Espírito Santo, a magnificent villa on a spit of land with private access to the sea.”