I was anxious for the Sabbath. Until then dreams pursued me, still accorded, and I do not tell you here not to stretch this part of the book. One put, and in the smallest number of words, or rather two, because one was born of another, unless both are two halves of one. All this is obscure, lady reader, but it is the fault of your sex, which upset the adolescence of a poor seminarian. If it were not for him, and this book would perhaps be a simple parochial practice, if I were a priest, or a pastoral, bishop, or an encyclical, pope, as Uncle Cosme had told me: "Come on, my boy, turn me pope Ah! Why did I not fulfill this desire? After Napoleon, lieutenant and emperor, all destinies are in this century.
As for the dream, that was it. As I was peering out at the peaks of the neighborhood, I saw one of them talking to my friend at the foot of the window. I ran at the log, he ran away; I advanced to Capitú, but he was not alone, he had the pae at his feet, wiping his eyes and looking at a sad lottery ticket. Not seeming this clear to me, I would ask for the explanation, when he gave it of himself; the peralta had taken him the list of lottery prizes, and the ticket had gone white. It had the number 4004. It told me that this symmetry of figures was mysterious and beautiful, and probably the wheel is wrong; it was impossible that he should not have great luck. While he was speaking, Captain gave me with my eyes all sorts of great and small. The largest of these should be given with the bocca. And here comes the second part of the dream. Padua disappeared, as did his hopes for the ticket. Captain leaned forward, I glanced down the street, it was deserted. I took it in my hands, grunted, I do not know what words, and I came to the bedroom alone.
The interest of what you have just read is not in the matter of the dream, but in the efforts I made to see if I slept again and picked it up again. You can never know the energy and obstinacy I used to close my eyes, to open them well, to forget everything to sleep, but I did not sleep. This same work made me lose sleep until dawn. About dawn, I managed to conciliate him, but then neither cantalls, lottery tickets, nor lots big or small, - nothing of the natives came to have me. I no longer dreamed that night, and I gave the wrongs of that day.
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