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It took not three days but a week for Senhor José's fever to subside and for his cough to get better. <strong>The</strong><br />
nurse came every day to give him an injection and to bring him some food, the doctor came every other<br />
day, but this extraordinary assiduousness, on the doctor's part that is, should not lead us to any hasty<br />
conclusions about some imagined standard of efficiency among health officials and home visits, since it<br />
was quite simply the consequence of a clear-cut order from the head of the Central Registry, Doctor, treat<br />
that man as if you were treating me, he's important. <strong>The</strong> doctor did not understand the reasons behind this<br />
evidently favoured treatment that he was being asked to administer, still less the lack of objectivity of the<br />
value judgement expressed, he had occasionally visited the Registrar's own house for professional<br />
reasons, and he had seen his comfortable, civilised way of life, an inner world that bore no resemblance<br />
whatsoever to the rough hovel of this permanently ill-shaven Senhor José who appeared not even to have<br />
a change of sheets. Senhor José did have sheets, he wasn't that poor, but, for reasons known only to him,<br />
he rejected out of hand the nurse's offer to air the mattress for him and replace the sheets, for they stank of<br />
sweat and fever, It'll only take me five minutes and the bed will be like new, No, I'm fine as I am, don't<br />
worry, It's all part of my job you know, Like I said, I'm fine as I am. Senhor José could not reveal to<br />
anyone's eyes that he was hiding between the mattress and the base of the bed the school records of an<br />
unknown woman and a notebook containing the story of his break-in at the school where she had studied<br />
as both a child and a young girl. To put them somewhere else, amid the files he used for his clippings<br />
about famous people, for example, would immediately resolve the difficulty, but the sense of defending a<br />
secret with his own body was too strong, too thrilling even, for Senhor José to give it up. In order not to<br />
have to discuss the matter again with the nurse, or with the doctor, who, although he made no comment,<br />
had already cast a critical glance over the crumpled sheets and visibly wrinkled his nose at the smell,<br />
Senhor José got up one night and, making a supreme effort, he himself changed the sheets. And so as not to<br />
give either the doctor or the nurse the slightest excuse to reopen the matter and, who knows, go and report<br />
the clerks incorrigible lack of hygiene to the Registrar, he went to the bathroom, shaved and washed as<br />
best he could, then took an old but clean pair of pyjamas from a drawer and went back to bed. He felt so<br />
pleased with himself and so restored that, like someone playing a game with himself, he decided to set<br />
down in his notebook an explicit, detailed account of all the hygienic preparations and treatments he had<br />
just put himself through. His health was returning, as the doctor was quick to tell the Registrar <strong>The</strong> man is<br />
cured in another two days he can go back to work without any danger of a relapse. <strong>The</strong> Registrar said<br />
only Good but with distracted air as if he "were thinking about something else.<br />
Senhor José was cured, but he had lost a lot of weight, despite the bread and victuals brought<br />
regularly by the nurse, albeit only once a day, but quite sufficient in quantity to maintain an adult body not<br />
subject to any exertions. One has to bear in mind, however, the debilitating effect of fever and prolonged<br />
sweating on the adipose tissues, especially when, as in this case, there wasn't much of them to start with.<br />
Personal remarks were frowned upon in the Central Registry, especially if in any way connected with<br />
people's state of health, which is why Senhor José's frail appearance and extreme thinness were not the<br />
object of any comment on the part of colleagues or superiors, that is, of any spoken comments, for the way<br />
they looked at him was fairly eloquent in their common expression of a kind of scornful commiseration,<br />
which other people, unfamiliar with the customs of the place, would have erroneously interpreted as a<br />
discreet and silent reserve. So that people would see how troubled he was to have been absent from work<br />
for so many days, Senhor José was first in Une at the door of the Central Registry in the morning, awaiting<br />
the arrival of the newest deputy, whose job it was to open the door and to close it at the end of the day.<br />
<strong>The</strong> original key, a real work of art by an old Baroque engraver, as well as a physical symbol of authority,