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No mesmo eléctrico em que vi um senhor a memorizar caracteres chineses, calhou ler esta passagem do romance The Sisters Brothers, de Patrick DeWitt: “I opened a window and leaned out into the salty air. The hotel was located on a steep incline and I watched a group of Chinese men, in their braids and silk and muddy slippers, pushing an ox up the hill. The ox did not want to go, and they slapped its backside with their hands. Their language was something like a chorus of birds, completely alien and strange, but beautiful for its strangeness.”



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