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Monday with Pessoa: Disquiet

There are sores which slowly erode the mind like a canker —Sadegh Hedayat The slobber of idiot Destiny, dripping on my soul’s consciousness —Bernardo Soares [p 160] There is no doubt that I’m being unfair to Bernardo Soares.

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