a propósito de leituras de férias e de praticamente tudo
'"you got trouble, i can see that. jumping out of your skin. you got a soul -- haven't you, moses." he shook his head, smoking his cigarrete with two stained fingers pressed to his mouth, his voice rumbling. 'can't dump the sonofabitch, can we? terrible handicap, a soul"' saul bellow, 'herzog', 1964
