O meu exemplar de Herzog do Bellow estava a ser carcomido pelos bichinhos invisíveis. O que me levou, feliz, a aplicar uma técnica recentemente aprendida - colocar o livro no congelador do frigorífico da noite para o dia, bem isolado e tal. Mas aconteceu um imprevisto, sob a forma de esquecimento, e por sua vez, sob a forma de três semanas. Alerto-vos para terem cuidado com estas coisas, principalmente com os esquecimentos. Apesar de, pelo que observei até ao momento, os efeitos terem sido mínimos e não comprometedores da integridade do meu orgulhoso exemplar de Herzog. Ora vejamos um pequeno excerto do início do primeiro capítulo:
"If I am out of my mind, it's all rrright with me, thought Moses Herrrzog.
Some people thought he was crrracked and forrr a time he himself had doubted that he was all therrre. But now, thought he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerrrful, clarirrvoyant and strrrong. He had fallen underrr a spell and he was wrirrting letterrrs to everyone underrr the sun. [...] Hidden in the countrrry, he wrrrote endlessly, fanatically, to the newspaperrrs, to people in public life, to frrriends and rrrelatives and at last to the dead, his own obscurrre dead, and finally the famous dead."
Quantos aos bichinhos invisíveis, até ao momento não há o mínimo sinal deles.
"If I am out of my mind, it's all rrright with me, thought Moses Herrrzog.
Some people thought he was crrracked and forrr a time he himself had doubted that he was all therrre. But now, thought he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerrrful, clarirrvoyant and strrrong. He had fallen underrr a spell and he was wrirrting letterrrs to everyone underrr the sun. [...] Hidden in the countrrry, he wrrrote endlessly, fanatically, to the newspaperrrs, to people in public life, to frrriends and rrrelatives and at last to the dead, his own obscurrre dead, and finally the famous dead."
Quantos aos bichinhos invisíveis, até ao momento não há o mínimo sinal deles.
