Clarice Lispector

The morning became a long, drawn-out afternoon that became depthless night dawning innocently through the house' Tales of desire and madness from this giant of Brazilian literature.

Daydream and Drunkenness of a Young Lady

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She lay still in bed, peaceful, improvised. She loved... In advance she loved the man she'd one day love. Who knows, it sometimes happened, and without guilt or any harm done to either of the two. In bed thinking, thinking, about to laugh as a bit of gossip. Thinking, thinking. What? Well, what did she know. That's how she let herself go on.

No one but me can love you, thought the woman laughing through her eyes; and the weight of that responsibility left the taste of blood in her mouth. As if 'mother and daughter' were life and abhorrence.

... everything around here was so alive and tender, the dirty street, the old trams, orange peels ⎯ strength flowed back and forth through her heart in weighty abundance. She was very pretty just then, so elegant; in step with her time and the city where she'd been born as if she had chosen it.

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