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nothing better than being a bit sick and spending the weekend reading

no one:
Bras cubas to the reader: if you’re irritated by the preciding chapter, fuck you

I’m beginning to regret this book. Not that it bores me, I have nothing to do and, really, putting together a few meager chapters for that other world is always a task that distracts me from eternity a little. But the book is tedious, it has the smell of the grave about it; it has a certain cadaveric contraction about it, a serious fault, insignificant to boot because the main defect of this book is you, reader.

Brás, I know I would’ve hated you. He knows he’s vain, but knowing you’re vain doesn’t necessarily make you less vain. Reminds me of some people i know.

I’m enjoying this book, its particular style, and its setting in 1800s Rio de Janeiro