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”I suppose it had never seen a man; therefore it did not know what a man was. It described an infinite number of circles about my body and saw that I moved, that I had eyes, arms, legs, a divine aspect, and colossal stature. Then it said to itself, ‘This is probably the maker of butterflies.’ […]
Then a blow from a towel ended the adventure.”

”The reader may be shocked by the frankness with which I describe and all but celebrate my own mediocrity; but then, frankness is the prime virtue of the dead. In life, the public gaze, conflicting interests, clashing desires oblige us to conceal our old rags, to disguise the snags and patches, to keep from the world the revelations we confide to our own conscience”

”You are beginning to annoy me.”
lol

this is so random?

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.