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depths, the longed-for solution welled up within him, like the end of a new Ariadne's thread, On Saturday,<br />
I'll go to the cemetery, he said out loud. <strong>The</strong> excitement made him sit up in bed, but the calm voice of good<br />
sense stepped in with some advice, Now that you've decided what you're going to do, lie down and go to<br />
sleep, don't be such a child, you don't really want to go there at this time of night, do you, and jump over<br />
the cemetery wall, although that's just a manner of speaking, of course. Obediently, Senhor José slipped<br />
down between the sheets, pulled them up to his nose and lay for a minute, his eyes open, thinking, I'm not<br />
going to be able to get to sleep. A minute later he was sleeping.<br />
He woke late, shortly before the Central Registry was due to open, he didn't even have time to shave,<br />
he pulled on some clothes and left the house at a crazy gallop quite inappropriate to his age and his<br />
condition. <strong>All</strong> the other staff, from the eight clerks to the two deputies, were sitting down, their eyes fixed<br />
on the wall clock, waiting until the minute hand was resting exactly on the number twelve. Senhor José<br />
addressed the senior clerk in charge of his section, to whom he was expected to offer his first excuse, and<br />
he apologised for being late, I slept badly, he said, even though he knew, from long years of experience,<br />
that such an explanation was pointless, Sit down, came the abrupt reply. When, immediately after that, the<br />
minute hand slipped forward to indicate the transition from waiting time to work time, Senhor José,<br />
tripping over his shoelaces, which he had forgotten to tie, still had not reached his desk, a fact coldly<br />
observed by the senior clerk, who noted down this remarkable fact in the day's diary. More than an hour<br />
passed before the Registrar arrived. He looked rather withdrawn, almost sombre, and this filled the staff<br />
with fear, at first sight, anyone would say that he had slept badly too, but he was his usual composed self,<br />
perfectly shaven, without a crease in his suit or a hair out of place. He paused for a moment by Senhor<br />
José's desk and looked at him severely, though without saying a word. Embarrassed, Senhor José began a<br />
gesture that seems instinctive in men, that of raising his hand to rub his cheek to see if his beard had<br />
grown, but he stopped halfway, as if, by doing so, he might disguise what was obvious to everyone else,<br />
his unforgivably scruffy appearance. Everyone thought that a reprimand would not be long in coming. <strong>The</strong><br />
Registrar went over to his own desk, sat down and called over the two deputies. <strong>The</strong> general feeling was<br />
that things were looking very bad for Senhor José, if not, the boss would not have summoned both of his<br />
immediate inferiors, he must have wanted to hear their opinion of the heavy sanction he intended to<br />
impose, His patience has run out, the other clerks thought gleefully, for they had been scandalised by the<br />
recent unmerited favouritism shown to Senhor José by the boss, About time too, they said to themselves<br />
sententiously. <strong>The</strong>y soon realised, however, that this was not the case. While one of the two deputies gave<br />
orders for everyone, senior clerks and clerks, to turn and face the Registrar, the other went around the<br />
counter and closed the entrance door, having first affixed a notice outside saying Closed temporarily for<br />
official business. What on earths going on, wondered the staff, including the deputies, who knew as much<br />
as the others, or perhaps slightly more, only that the Registrar had told them that he was going to speak.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first thing he said was Sit down. <strong>The</strong> order passed from the deputies to the senior clerks, from the<br />
senior clerks to the clerks, there was the inevitable noise produced by the scuffing of chairs, placed with<br />
their backs to their respective desks, but all this was done quickly, in less than a minute the silence in the<br />
Central Registry was absolute. You couldn't hear a fly, although everyone knew they were there, some<br />
perched in safe places, others dying in the filthy spiders' webs hanging from the ceiling. <strong>The</strong> Registrar<br />
rose slowly to his feet, equally slowly he surveyed the staff, one by one, as if he were seeing them for the<br />
first time, or as if he were trying to recognise them after a long absence, oddly enough, his expression was<br />
no longer sombre, or, rather, it was, but in a different sense, as if he were tormented by some moral pain.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he spoke, Gentlemen, in my role as head of the Central Registry, the latest in a long line of<br />
Registrars begun when the oldest of the documents existing in our archives was first collected, in<br />
fulfilment of the responsibilities bestowed on me and following the example of my predeces sors, I have<br />
been scrupulous in obeying and in making others obey the written laws that regulate our work, never<br />
forgetting, indeed, at every moment, always mindful of tradition. I am aware that times have changed, I am