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to get his pyjamas dirty. <strong>The</strong>re was a great damp stain left on the floor which would take several hours to<br />
disappear completely, if someone came in before then and asked questions, he would say that he had<br />
knocked some water over or that there had been a stain on the floor and he had tried to get rid of it. From<br />
the moment he got up, Senhor José's stomach had been begging him for the charity of a cup of coffee with<br />
milk, a biscuit, a slice of bread and butter, anything to pacify his suddenly awoken appetite, now that his<br />
worries about the immediate fate of his clothes had disappeared. <strong>The</strong> bread was dry and hard, only a<br />
scraping of butter was left, he was out of milk, all he had was some rather mediocre coffee, as we know,<br />
a man who had never found a woman who would love him enough to agree to join him in this hovel, such<br />
a man, apart from rare exceptions which have no place in this story, will never be more than a poor devil,<br />
it's odd that we always say poor devil and never poor god, especially when he was unfortunate enough to<br />
turn out as disastrously as this one, we are referring, by the way, to the man not the god. Despite the<br />
meagre and unconsoling food, Senhor José felt well enough to have a shave, after which he judged he was<br />
looking considerably better, so much so that he ended up saying to the mirror, My fever seems to have<br />
subsided. This reflection led him to wonder whether it would be a good, prudent policy to turn up for<br />
work anyway, it was only a few steps away, he would say, <strong>The</strong> work of the Central Registry comes first,<br />
and the Registrar, bearing in mind how cold it was outside, would forgive him for not having taken the<br />
long way around as was the rule, and might even record such clear proof of esprit de corps and<br />
dedication to work in Senior José's file. He thought about it, but decided against it. His whole body<br />
ached, as if someone had knocked him down, beaten him and shaken him, his muscles ached, his joints<br />
ached, and it wasn't because of the physical effort of climbing and breaking in, anyone could see that these<br />
aches and pains were different, This is flu, he concluded.<br />
He had just got into bed when he heard someone knock on the door that opened into the Central<br />
Registry, it must be some charitable colleague, taking seriously the Christian precept of visiting the sick<br />
and the imprisoned, no, it couldn't be a colleague, it was still hours until lunchtime, and good works could<br />
only be done out of hours, Come in, he said, it's only on the latch, the door opened and the deputy whom<br />
he had told about his illness appeared in the doorway, <strong>The</strong> Registrar asked me to find out if you're taking<br />
anything while you're waiting for the doctor to come, No, sir, I haven't got anything suitable in the house,<br />
<strong>The</strong>n have these pills, Thank you very much, I'll pay you later if you don't mind, just so that I don't have to<br />
get up, how much do I owe you, It was an order from the Registrar, you don't ask the Registrar how much<br />
you owe him, I realise that, I'm sorry, You'd better take a pill now, and the deputy came in without waiting<br />
for an answer, <strong>All</strong> right, thank you, that's very kind of you, Senhor José could not stop him from coming in,<br />
he could not say Halt, you cannot come in here, sir, this is a private house, in the first place, because you<br />
don't speak like that to a superior, in the second place, because there was no memory in the oral tradition<br />
of the Central Registry nor any record in the written annals of a Registrar's ever having taken such an<br />
interest in the health of a clerk to the point of sending someone to bring him some pills. <strong>The</strong> deputy<br />
himself was perplexed with the novelty of it all, he would never have done it on his own initiative,<br />
however, he did not allow himself to be distracted, he behaved like someone who knew perfectly well<br />
what he was about and was familiar with every corner of the house, which is not to be wondered at,<br />
before the town planners went to work on the neighbourhood, he too had lived in a house like this. <strong>The</strong><br />
first thing he noticed was the large damp stain on the floor, What's that from, a leak, he asked, Senhor José<br />
was tempted to say yes, simply in order not to give any further explanations, but he preferred to put it<br />
down to an accident of his own making, as he had at first thought, he didn't want the plumber coming to the<br />
house and then writing a report to the Registrar saying that the pipes, although old, were in no way<br />
responsible for the appearance of that damp stain on the floor. <strong>The</strong> deputy approached bearing a glass of<br />
water and a pill, his mission as designated nurse had softened his normally authoritarian features, but that<br />
look soon returned, accentuated by something that could be described as wounded surprise, when, as he<br />
approached the bed, he noticed the unknown girl's school records lying on the bedside table. Senhor José