Status Updates From Os Maias

This world of fado singers, of beech trees, seemed to Carlos worthy of a study, a novel. This immediately led to talk of Zola’s L’assommoir and realism – and Alencar immediately, wiping the drops of soup from his moustache, begged that this latrinaire literature not to be discussed at the proper hour of dinner.

Well, as soon as I can, I go straight to Paris! That’s the place! This place is a pigsty…If I don’t go there every year, believe me, I even start to get sick. That little boulevard, eh!...O, I love it…