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in itself, was already a danger, for example, let us suppose that either of them, with the praiseworthy aim<br />
of helping him in his search, as befits a good citizen, should appear at the Central Registry during his<br />
absence, I'd like to speak to Senhor José, Senhor José isn't here, he's on holiday, Oh, that's a shame, I've<br />
got some important information for him about the person he was looking for, What information, what<br />
person, Senhor José didn't even want to think about what would follow, the rest of the conversation<br />
between the woman with the jealous husband and the senior clerk, I found a journal underneath a loose<br />
floorboard in my room, You mean a magazine, No, sir, a journal, a diary, the kind of thing some people<br />
like to keep, I used to keep one before I got married, And what's that got to do with us, here at the Central<br />
Registry we're only interested in knowing who's born and who dies, Perhaps the diary I found belongs to<br />
some relative of the person that Senhor José has been looking for, I didn't know Senhor José was looking<br />
for anyone, besides, it's not a matter that affects the Central Registry the Central Registry does not get<br />
involved in the private lives of its staff, It's not private, Senhor José told me he was acting on behalf of<br />
the Central Registry, Wait there and I'll call the deputy, but when the deputy came over to the counter, the<br />
elderly lady from the ground-floor apartment was already leaving, life had taught her that the best way to<br />
protect your own secrets is to respect other people's, When Senhor José gets back from his holidays,<br />
would you mind telling him that the old lady from the ground-floor apartment was here, Don't you want to<br />
leave your name, It's not necessary, he'll know who I am. Senhor José could breathe easily, the lady in the<br />
ground-floor apartment was discretion itself, she would never tell the deputy that she had just received a<br />
letter from her goddaughter, <strong>The</strong> flu has addled my brains, he thought, these are just fantasies, there aren't<br />
any diaries hidden beneath floorboards, and, after a silence of so many years, she wouldn't suddenly think<br />
to write a letter to her godmother, just as well the old lady had the good sense not to give her name, the<br />
Central Registry would only have to get hold of that one loose thread to find out everything, the copying of<br />
the record cards, the forging of the letter, it would be as easy for them as putting together a jigsaw puzzle<br />
while looking at the picture on the lid of the box. Senhor José went back home, on that first day he<br />
preferred not to follow the advice the deputy had given him, to go for walks, go to a garden and feel the<br />
good sun on his pale convalescent's face, in a word, to recover the strength that the fever had drained from<br />
him. He needed to decide what steps he should take from then on, but he needed above all to quell an<br />
anxiety. He had left his small house there at the mercy of the Central Registry, clinging to the monstrous<br />
wall as if it were about to be swallowed up by it. <strong>The</strong>re must have been some remnant of fever lingering<br />
in his brain for that idea to occur to him, that this was what had happened to the other staff houses, all<br />
devoured by the Central Registry so that it could extend its walls. Senhor José quickened his step, if,<br />
when he got there, the house had disappeared, and the record cards and the notebook along with it, he<br />
didn't even want to imagine such a misfortune, the efforts of weeks all reduced to nothing, the dangers he<br />
had gone through all in vain. Curious people would be there asking him if he had lost anything of value in<br />
the disaster, and he would say yes, Some papers, and they would ask again, Shares, Bonds, Credits, that's<br />
the first thing that would occur to ordinary people, people with no spiritual horizons, their thoughts are all<br />
concerned with material interests and gains, he would say yes, mentally giving different meanings to those<br />
words, they would be his share in other people's lives, the bonds he had begun to form, the credit he had<br />
gained.<br />
<strong>The</strong> house was there, but it seemed much smaller, unless the Central Registry had grown in size in the<br />
last few hours. Senhor José went in, lowering his head, even though it wasn't necessary to do so, the street<br />
door was the same height it had always been, and, as far as one could see, those shares, bonds and credits<br />
had not made him grow physically in size. He went and listened at the communicating door, not because<br />
he expected to hear the sound of voices from the other side, it was the custom at the Central Registry to<br />
work in silence, but to assuage the confused feelings of suspicion he had felt ever since the Registrar had<br />
ordered him to take some holiday time. <strong>The</strong>n he went and lifted the mattress on the bed, removed the<br />
record cards and set them out in chronological order on the table, from the oldest to the most recent,