Dom Casmurro

by Machado de Assis

LXXV - The Despair

I escaped the escaped, escaped my mother not going to the room, but I did not escape myself. I ran to my room, and entered behind me. I would talk, I would chase after me, I would throw myself into bed, and roll with me, and weep, and drown the sobs with the end of the sheet. I vowed not to go to see Capitú that afternoon, and never again, and to become a priest at once. I had already seen that I would cry of repentance and ask forgiveness, but I, cold and serene, would have nothing but contempt and contempt; he turned his back on her. She called him wicked. Twice I found myself biting my teeth, as if I had it between them.

From the bed I could hear the voice of her, who had come to spend the rest of the afternoon with my mother, and of course with me, as of other times; but no matter how great the shock he gave me, he did not make me leave the room. Capitú laughed loudly, he spoke loudly, as if he were telling me; I was still deaf, alone with myself and with contempt. The desire it gave me was to nail her nails to her neck, to enter them well, until she saw her life come out with her blood ....