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(...) andava por aqueles tempos tão obcecado com o destino da humanidade e a saúde do mundo que se lhe fugiu a mulher, se lhe ardeu a casa, se lhe atropelou o cão, se lhe roubou o carro e se lhe foi o emprego e de nada fez gordo caso. Tempos mais tarde, quando cabisbaixo reconheceu por fim que jamais o mundo havia sido são, apercebeu-se –já era tarde, demasiado tarde- que o destino da humanidade afinal, enquanto o suponha por diante, lhe estava passando ao lado.
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What then
His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
"What then?" sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
"What then?" sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"
All his happier dreams came true —
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
"What then?" sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"
"The work is done," grown old he thought,
"According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought";
But louder sang that ghost, "What then?"
(What Then?, de W.B Yeats, 1936)
supunha! supunha! =)
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