- If I wanted, I could go mad. I know a lot of terrible stories. I have seen a lot, I heard of extraordinary situations, I myself... well, sometimes I just can't cope with it all. Because, you know?, you wake up at four in the morning in an empty room, you light a cigarette... Do you know what I mean? The dim light from the match suddenly rising the mass of shadows, the shirt fallen over the chair assuming an impossible volume, our life... do you understand?... our life, the whole life lies there as an excessive event... You need to tide it all very quickly. Fortunately there is the style. No clue what it is? Let's see: style is a subtle way of transferring life's confusion and violence to the mental plane of a unit of meaning. Do I make myself clear? No? Well, we can't stand the abominable disorder of life. So we take it, reduce it to two or three topics that can be equated. Then, by means of an intellectual artefact, we state that those topics stand on a common topic, let's say, Love or Death. Do you understand? one of those abstractions that can be used for anything.
losely translated from portuguese by O Coxo
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