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março 15, 2005

leitura da semana passada a prolongar por esta semana

i showed her a drawer of chalkhill and adonis blues, i have a beautiful var. ceroneus adonis and some var. tithonus chalkhills, and i pointed them out. the var. ceroneus is better than any they got in the n. h. museum. i was proud to be able to tell her something. she had never heard of aberrations.
"they're beautiful. but sad."
everything's sad if you make it so, i said.
"but it's you who make it so!" she was staring at me across the drawer. "how many butterflies have you killed?"
you can see.
"no, i can't. i'm thinking of all the butterflies that would have come from these if you'd let them live. i'm thinking of all the living beauty you've ended."

john fowles, the collector (london, vintage, 1998)

p.s.1: não leiam este livro, por favor. não o procurem em massa. é demasiado denso, perigoso, cheio de minuciosos detalhes, cheio de preciosismos descritivos. não é leitura de comboio. não é leitura de cabeceira.
p.s.2: é como se, de repente, eu tivesse descoberto mais um mundo, e bizarro ainda por cima.