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301 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1932
After that Camões abandoned love songs, forcing himself to obey the strict measures of the crude poem that transformed plundering expeditions into feats of heroism. Only in the depths of misery, while seated on a scorched rock by the Red Sea, did he lament the fact that he had lost, and had wilfully turned his back on happiness.
I floated on a small barrel, which I had kept ready for some time. It contained a few ship’s biscuits, and also… my work.
Day dawned again, this time over empty waters. The coast was a long way off, the island we had crashed into had disappeared.
I was living half sick and completely destitute in a room on the top floor of a village hotel. If the shipwreck on the Trafalgar had not intervened, I could have remained all my life what I was: a radio operator, that is, a creature neither fish nor fowl, sailor nor landlubber, officer nor subordinate.
I stopped. I need take only one more step, and time would split in two, I would become someone else, with a different face, different hands, eyes, blood, still myself, but having forgotten myself.