But what was that look on her face? Somebody who didn’t know better would say it was desire—what a man will deny himself until he can’t. Beatriz had written the line at the close of her story “Santiago Martins.” In Portuguese, Beatriz had technically written, what a man will deny himself until he won’t. Emma had thought “can’t” made more sense than “won’t” for capturing the boldness and Brazilian spirit of the sentence.
