fevereiro 06, 2004

SUCH EXALTATIONS

«At first, it was a form. Or not even that. A weight, an extra weight; a ballast. I felt it that first day out in the fields. It was as if someone had fallen silently into step beside me, or inside me, rather, someone who was else, another, and yet familiar. I was accustomed to putting on personae but this, this was different. I stopped, struck, stricken by that infernal cold I have come to know so well, that paradisal cold. Then a slight thickening in the air, a momentary occlusion of the light, as if something had plummeted past the sun, a winged boy, perhaps, or falling angel. It was April: bird and bush, silver glint of coming rain, vast sky, the glacial clouds in monumental progress. See me there, the haunted one, in my fiftieth year, assailed suddenly, in the midst of the world. I was frightened, as well I might be. I imagined such sorrows; such exaltations.»

Este é o fabuloso primeiro parágrafo de «Eclipse», um romance publicado pelo escritor irlandês John Banville, em 2000.

Publicado por José Mário Silva em fevereiro 6, 2004 12:04 PM | TrackBack
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Suga.

Afixado por: thirdbacus em fevereiro 6, 2004 12:18 PM

O quê?

Afixado por: José Mário Silva em fevereiro 6, 2004 01:38 PM

Sorve.

Afixado por: thirdbacus em fevereiro 6, 2004 11:51 PM

Está bem.

Afixado por: José Mário Silva em fevereiro 7, 2004 02:02 PM

Quero dizer: sim, estou a ler o livro e a sugar/sorver esta magnífica prosa.

Afixado por: José Mário Silva em fevereiro 7, 2004 02:03 PM
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