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"Women began to read the Bible then, as quick in their movements as bees around the last orange blossom. The hour of the destruction of the world was approaching, according to them, because the pale sweat of the Apocalypse was already flowing from their cold-colored hands. And someone observing their bellies trembling with affliction could not have helped but suspect that the women had inherited not only the feat of dying very soon, but the volcanic fate of the earth itself. They'd received it, furthermore, at the first moment of the world's creation, when the water of the earth forever entered the days of their despair.
You don't know what Despair is? It's
WIDESPREAD DEATH
the tiny, timeless, widespread death without a body; the warm, wandering, and immense voice of death, absent and announced, that returns to us in places remote and without origin. It awakens, it flies about dispersed and widespread and is inside others, and only exists in them."
-My World is Not of This Kingdom, João de Melo (translated from the Portuguese by Gregory Rabassa)
You don't know what Despair is? It's
WIDESPREAD DEATH
the tiny, timeless, widespread death without a body; the warm, wandering, and immense voice of death, absent and announced, that returns to us in places remote and without origin. It awakens, it flies about dispersed and widespread and is inside others, and only exists in them."
-My World is Not of This Kingdom, João de Melo (translated from the Portuguese by Gregory Rabassa)