Book of Disquiet
            Sitting at his desk, Bernardo Soares imagined himself free  forever of Rua dos Douradores, of his boss Vasques, of Moreira the  book-keeper, of all the other employees, the errand boy, the post boy,  even the cat. But if he left them all tomorrow and discarded the suit of  clothes he wears, what else would he do? Because he would have to do  something.
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