It came in the mail today, all the way from Brazil.
There was a warning on the box, written in small print: reading the contents may cause extreme literary pressure.
When I went to open the thing I was flabbergasted! I’d never heard such an outpouring of pure, devoted silence.
The contents in fact hadn’t settled during shipping – another disclaimer written in small type on the side of the box. In fact there was a whole jungle, several rivers, and at least one great city inside.
I wonder if all the members of The Clarice Lispector Fan Club received a kit when they joined, or if I have her all to myself.