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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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In Which the Store is called Divagation for a Reason: The Second Death of the Stillborn Brazilian City, and the Evil of forced Convivence

Good afternoon, my friend, dear reader of this present post! Happy Sunday! How are you? Hope you had a nice week, many excellent and fulfilling moments. Let me know also, how is the weather? Where I'm at, the weather is quite hot and muffled, not all moments, but the most uncomfortable are certainly on that fashion. March is on its full development, and as such, Summer moves to autumn, not inmediately, but certainly does so. As for me, how I'm at, I am okay. Just arrived home from grandma's house, it was an okay time, I was owning her another visit, now I am not under such hook. It is no sacrifice to visit dear grandma, not in the least, but it is a journey, as the town is absurdly spread out, and its different corners are so far one from the other. I cannot stop thinking of the great book by Mrs. Jacobs as I commute, and I am sure that she would agree with me, or I would agree with her, my own city, as many brazilian ones have the same sinful nature, is such a disaster, su...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Chapter 6

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Now somewhat distant from his hometown, the pain of saying bye to his parents for a time he didn’t know how long still was alive inside of him, as it was never really going to die. He remembered, however, his mission, and he focused on the fact that he was not going to suffer ever again, those tears were just a slip, he was back on track now, on his way to the land of socks. 

On the road he was, the weather was pleasant, the wind was blowing softly, the grass around the paved road was with a good appearance. When he ever felt lonely, if ever, he had his socks to talk to. No city in sight, he was already on his way. Resilient as he was, he was not going to stop at any city, he was on his way to the land of socks. 

He looked at the map, there was a forest on his way, where the road poorly paved it would be, and unknown dangers were waiting for him. But he needed to cross it for the land of socks, and he was going to do precisely that.

He had his tophat in his head and his yellow suitcase in his hand, and he was going in the path, no one in sight, not even animals he could see. The last town was far away and the grass, even if beautiful, was wild and useless to man. Probably the only creatures there were ants, feasting in the grass and taking them to their queen in the underground, but Zach couldn’t mind the ants, even though he was aware of the landscape, he was walking determined to see his sock land. He mind focused it was and his shoes were resistant. He was not tired, not a single drop of sweat was in his forehead.

A day passed, and a night too, and he was walking, his clothes were clean, the road was comfortable, no animals or humans in sight, he was walking, quiet, determined, managed, not even having his parents on his thoughts anymore. They probably were there still, but Zach was determined, he wanted to see the sock land, and to pay tribute to his dear grandpa. And then, after walking already a good distance, already really far away from home, he reached the first trees, the forest was ahead of him.


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