The hands and the seminary
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As próprias mãos, tocadas, apertadas, como que fundidas, não podiam dizer tudo.— Sou homem! Quando repeti isto, pela terceira vez, pensei no seminário, mas como se pensa em perigo que passou, um mal abortado, um pesadelo extinto; todos os meus nervos me disseram que homens não são padres. O sangue era da mesma opinião.
The own hands, touched, pressed, as if fused, could not say everything. — I am man! When I repeated this for the third time, I thought of the seminary, but as one thinks of a danger that passed, an aborted evil, an extinguished nightmare; all my nerves told me that men are not priests. The blood was of the same opinion.
The narrator reflects on the inadequacy of hands to express everything, and his realization that men are not priests.
The narrator reflects on the inadequacy of hands to express everything, and his realization that men are not priests, confirmed by his nerves and blood.
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