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"E quem sabe quantas vezes me acontecera de falar, sem nenhuma suspeita, do nariz defeituoso de fulano ou sicrano, fazendo não sei quantas vezes os outros rirem de mim, pensando: “Mas vejam só esse pobre coitado, que aponta defeitos nos narizes alheios.”

meu maior medo isso acontecer comigo ☠️

hudson williams recommended this so of course I had to read it. an incredibly difficult read for me so far, because I have to stop every paragraph and google what some words mean. great for expanding my vocabulary since I haven't really studied english since highschool. also it's giving me an existential crisis, thinking about how I appear to others compared to how I view myself

“As you thumb through this little book of mine, wearing the slightly
mocking smile that’s accompanied your perusal since the start, I’m happy to
report that two visitors, one within the other, have suddenly come on the
scene to show you how fatuous that smile is.” The language is so numbing that not even a single muscle could be coerced to contract into a smile.

Book3 : Chapter 8 . It gets more digestible, finally!

It’s might be the translation’s fault; it feels flat and soulless, even though the prose is clearly straining to be meta-philosophical.

How many times will he retell the same dissociative thoughts he has about himself.