“Yet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.”

—  Fernando Pessoa, book The Book of Disquiet

Ibid.
The Book of Disquiet
Original: Eu, porém, não tenho nobreza estilística. Dói-me a cabeça porque me dói a cabeça. Dói-me o universo porque me dói a cabeça.

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