I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world. - Fernando Pessoa

The train slows down, it's the Cais do Sodré. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.

The circumstances of his life were marked by that strange but rather common phenomenon – perhaps, in fact, it's true for all lives – of being tailored to the image and likeness of his instincts, which tended towards inertia and withdrawal.

The idea of any social obligation [...] just the idea of it embarasses my thoughts for a day, and sometimes it's since the day before that I worry, and don't sleep well, and the real affair, when it happens, is absolutely insignificant and justifies nothing; and the case repeats itself and I never learn to learn.