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"A história de um galante "Sempre pensei que é uma injustiça para a mulher não ter estado nunca sozinha no mundo. Adão pôde, por um tempo, muito ou … - Karen Blixen
"A história de um galante
"Sempre pensei que é uma injustiça para a mulher não ter estado nunca sozinha no mundo. Adão pôde, por um tempo, muito ou pouco, caminhar sobre uma terra jovem e serena, entre os animais, na posse inteira da sua alma, e a maioria dos homens nasce ainda com a memória desse tempo. Mas a pobre Eva, essa, já o encontrou a ele, reclamando-a para si, no momento em que abriu os olhos para o mundo. E isto nunca perdoou a mulher ao Criador: ela sente-se com o direito a reaver para si própria esse tempo no Paraíso. Só que, para sua pouca sorte, ao perseguir-se um tempo já passado, sempre o apanhamos de raspão e pelo avesso.
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About Karen Blixen
Karen von Blixen-Finecke (17 April 1885 – 7 September 1962) was a Danish author; born Karen Christence Dinesen, she is also known under her pen name Isak Dinesen.
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Also Known As
Pen Names:
Tania Blixen
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Isak Dinesen
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Pierre Andrézel
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Osceola
Alternative Names:
Karen von Blixen-Finecke
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