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“Everyone has his own alcohol. I have alcohol enough in existing. Drunk from feeling myself, I wander and walk to the right place. If it’s time, I go to the office like anyone else. If it isn’t time, I walk to the river, stare at the river like anyone else. I’m the same. And behind this, my sky, I secretly turn into a constellation, and I have my infinity.” (p.40)
(Bernardo Soares / Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. Trans. Alfred Mac Adam)
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