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269 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1934
Let me begin by stating that my name is Paulo Honório, I weigh 196 pounds, and I celebrated my fiftieth birthday last St Peter’s day. My age and weight, together with these grey bushy eyebrows and this red, hairy face of mine, have earned me considerable respect � respect which was not so pronounced when these assets were lacking.
There were times when I was in despair and anxious to draw back; there were difficulties to get round and tortuous paths to follow. Did I act badly? To tell the truth, I never knew which were my good deeds and which were my bad ones. Some of my good actions landed me in trouble while some of the bad ones brought me advantages. And as it was always my ambition to own the property of São Bernardo, I regarded as legitimate all the actions which conduced to this end.
I think I called Casimiro Lopes. From time to time his head, with its leather cowboy’s hat, appears at the window, but I do not know whether the vision belongs to the present or to the past�
In the confused murmur of the fazenda I make out the minutest details. In the kitchen Maria das Dores is teaching her parrot to speak. Shark growls out there in the garden. From the stable comes the lowing of the cattle. The living-room is a long way away, to get there you have to walk down a long corridor. Despite this I can hear quite clearly Ribeira’s conversation with Dona Gloria. The difficulty would be to reproduce what they are saying. I have to admit that in their conversation no words are used.
I have an interesting story/relationship with this book. The first time I was supposed to read it, I was in 9th grade and I had to read it for the finals. It took me too long to get the book which left me with little time to read it. As a result, I read until the middle, then skipped to the last few pages. I got a grade good enough to pass the class, but that was it.