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May. 14th, 2010 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionJonescaseyward: From 23.5 pages into The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis:
[...] Yesterday there took place the funeral of Fernando Antonio Nogueira Pessoa, bachelor, forty-seven years of age, forty-seven, take note, born in Lisbon, studied literature at an English university, became established as a writer and poet in literary circles, on his coffin were placed sprays of wild flowers, worse luck for them, as they wither so quickly.
The nonexistent Reis is reading the obituary of his heteronymist. He's just off the ship from Brazil, from the library of which he's accidentally stolen The God of the Labyrinth, by Borges' nonexistent Quain. I have no idea why we're to take note of Pessoa's age at death.
[...] Yesterday there took place the funeral of Fernando Antonio Nogueira Pessoa, bachelor, forty-seven years of age, forty-seven, take note, born in Lisbon, studied literature at an English university, became established as a writer and poet in literary circles, on his coffin were placed sprays of wild flowers, worse luck for them, as they wither so quickly.
The nonexistent Reis is reading the obituary of his heteronymist. He's just off the ship from Brazil, from the library of which he's accidentally stolen The God of the Labyrinth, by Borges' nonexistent Quain. I have no idea why we're to take note of Pessoa's age at death.
