“To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores”

Source: The Devil's Church and Other Stories

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Brazilian writer 1839–1908

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