Ainda leio Anna Karenina. Comecei em abril, e ainda estou no primeiro terço; tinha parado por motivos diversos. Mas não desistirei: o livro é excelente, e terapêutico. Quem sabe, lá no fundo, eu não sinta que, by the time I get to the end, talvez um outro final surja para a pobre Karenina, um final que eu possa importar para a minha vida?

" ´it is too early for Betsy´, she thought, and glancing out of the window she saw the carriage, and sticking out of it a black hat and Karenin´s familiar ears. ´How unfortunate! Can he mean to stay the night?´ thought she, and so awful and horrible appeared to her the consequences that might result therefrom that, without a moment´s hesitation, she went out to meet him with a bright beaming face; and feeling within herself the presence of the already familiar spirit of lies and deceit, she gave herself up to it at once and began speaking without knowing what she was going to say."

Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina.  ¶ Friday, October 20, 2006