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Lisbon, 28th August, 1975
Dearest Lorrie:
I hope you are feeling well, and at peace with yourself—that peace you have been seeking for so long…I think that you have to cope with a very strong sense of a wrong or a sin that you feel your life is—not in a strict moral meaning but in a large [...]

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Spring in Portugal

If Dostoevsky had been a Latin, it is certain he would have been a Portuguese.  One doesn’t sense this so strongly now that it is spring, since all springs everywhere are a denunciation of everything Dostoevskian.  The soul of man no longer festers in a silent alienation.  Spring turns it and the city inside out.  [...]

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A Portuguese Arrival

 
The Tower of Belem at the mouth of the Tagus River represents what a child, coerced by that instinctive and perpetual drive for order, silently tries to create at the seashore from sand, shells and ropes of seaweed. Begun at the end of the fifteenth century it rises from the Tagus River as a tribute [...]

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Something Tragically Wrong

23 October 1969
Cascais, Portugal
Dear Jerry,
Your letter finally reached me after a round-about trip to Lisbon.  You used the address I evidently gave you my first week here.  I have used Posta Restante, Cascais, since April.
I hope that this letter reaches you since you told me that you were leaving soon for England.  Do you have [...]

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It was April of 1962, a lovely “April in Portugal.” I was standing with one of my Portuguese friends in the Cais de Sodre Station in Lisbon, waiting for a train to the famous beach towns of Estoril and Cascais located a short distance from the city. The station platform was new, finished just a [...]

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Cascais 1969

Cascais, Portugal, 6 October 1969
Dearest Mother,
The chestnut trees are beginning to lose their leaves and the chestnut vendors are appearing on the street corners.  The smoke from their charcoal braziers is part of the smell of winter in the city [Lisbon].
I have moved to a pension in the city—but the noise and the fumes and [...]

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