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One random night, for no apparent reason —he was a wealthy man who had suc- ceeded in life— Jerónimo Gall tried to commit suicide. It wasn’t a suicide that played to the gallery, carried out at a particular hour, after having taken a particular number of pills and not one more. He knew perfectly well that his death would provoke a few cries of grief or shock, but that, with the exception of his fa- ther and mother— or not even them . . . dis- tance tempers sorrows— people, even those closest to him, would not have time for much more than that. …
摘自《哈泼斯杂志》(Harper's Magazine)第352卷 第2112期 · 2026年5月刊,Maria Judite de Carvalho。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。