Chapter 4 third chapter

A love affair happened in Brazil on August 20th.Sixty-three-year-old Antonio at 2:30 p.m. on Sunday.Marcos.Pimenda.Neves killed thirty-two-year-old Sandra with two shots. High Mead.The two work in the same newspaper office and have been lovers for three years. Months earlier, Sandra had planned to break off the relationship, but the obsessed Pimenda, desperate and angry as hell, disagreed with Sandra's plan.He guessed that Sandra fell in love with another young man; in order to catch evidence, he opened Sandra's e-mail, and he lost his mind because of jealousy, and even drove rampant on the street, following Sandra; He watches over Sandra's house, like James.Stewart (James.

Stewart (1908?), American film actor, has starred in "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington", "Philadelphia Story", and other films. ) does the same thing in The Unwary Window. If told in this way, this case is like many murder cases. But that's not the case.Pimentie.Neves is one of the biggest names in Brazilian journalism. No one would say that he was capable of violent passions, judging by his cautious, disciplined, deliberate demeanor.In the late fifties he was a film critic for the "Last One Hour" newspaper; later, during the military dictatorship, he was editorial director of the "Journal de St. Paul" and editor of the "Evening News".His wife was born in the United States; in 1974, he moved to Washington with his wife as a special correspondent for the St. Paul newspaper.

There, he was known for his arrogance and extreme ego.Once, foreign press stationed in the United States had lunch with some representatives of the Republican Party, and one of the representatives accidentally said: The travel and meals of journalists in South America are always paid for by those who provide information.Pimenda.Neves quietly got up from the table and went to the cashier to pay for the lunch in full: seven hundred and eighty dollars piled high.Then he returned to the dinner table and slammed the bill in the face of the representative who had offended the South American journalist.This move cost him half a month's salary.

In the mid-1980s, Pimenda was appointed as the chief consultant on public affairs issues of the World Bank; in 1995, after divorcing his wife, he took his two twin daughters and returned to São Paulo to lead the editorial department of "Business Daily". Gazette was the most authoritative economic daily in Brazil at the time.In October 1997, the state of São Paulo hired him as the editor-in-chief of "Commercial". By this time, his temper had become irritable.Loneliness or power—or the combination of that love affair—made him imperious and haughty.He thought that there was nothing impossible in the world; he also thought that no one dared to refuse his request.

One day in 1997, he fell in love with Sandra.Gaumid, who was the editor of Business and Deals at the Business Journal; when he went to São Paulo state, he always took Sandra with him.In just a few months, Sandra's career has skyrocketed.Her salary, which belonged to the professional editors, nearly quintupled from a thousand dollars.This is a sexy, gorgeous woman who looks as proud as Pimenda.When she was a child, people called her Bangbi because she was light and graceful, reminiscent of a sika deer.At that time, she was studying for a master's degree at the Sao Paulo Academy of Sciences; at the beginning of the year, a series of articles about the restructuring of Embraer were reprinted by major domestic newspapers.

Something unpleasant must have happened between her and her protector, because two months earlier, at a newspaper editorial meeting, Pimenda had complained of Sandra's negligence; he had announced that he had asked her to resign . Colleagues in the editorial department saw the editor-in-chief checking Sandra’s private e-mail, and he wanted to read an email that might come from an Ecuadorian entrepreneur—Pimenda may have unreasonably thought that this is the company that Sandra fell in love with Home.So, Pimenda began his relentless pursuit and persecution: he called the editor-in-chiefs of newspapers in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, asking them to reject Sandra's job application.He accused Sandra of taking bribes from an airline and defrauding leadership.

The story thus far seems indistinguishable from some similar masterpieces, such as Prosper.The story of Carmen in the novel of Mérimée (Prosper-Mérimée (1803 1870). French novelist.) and Henrich. Mann (Henrich. Mann (1871 1950), German novelist. He published the novel "Professor Garbage" in 1905 and adapted it into a movie in 1930. It was renamed "Blue Angel".) Laura in "The Blue Angel".Laura or Rosa.Brazil's crime scene, however, is fueled by more complex passions.Sometimes it is out of self-esteem, sometimes it is because of the injury of reputation; but more often it is because of possessiveness.

The examples that can be cited are plentiful.Some examples are still fresh in people's memory, such as Euclides.Da. Cunha (Euclides. Selected. Cunha (1866-1909), a Brazilian writer, was killed while teaching. "Hinterland" is his masterpiece. ), the tragedy of the author of the classic "Hinterland". He was also a reporter for the "Commercial" newspaper in the state of Sao Paulo. He wrote this immortal work in order to report the peasant uprising in the Canudos area. In January 1906, Cunha became a member of the Brazilian Academy of Letters, Minister of Public Works, and one of Brazil's celebrities.When he returned home from a fourteen-month business trip to the Amazon, his wife Anna, also known as Sania, was pregnant.Instead of divorcing his wife, Cunha decided to adopt his son.Another year later, his wife gave birth to a second son, still not Cunha's seed, but he adopted the child as usual without blaming his wife.

It was only in August 1909 that Cunha reacted, because Sania had left her husband and was with a man named Dielemando.Gandhi much.The person from Deasis went to live together; this person is a reserve soldier, 21 years old, who has been pursuing Sania, and it is estimated that he is the biological father of Sania's two sons. Cunha had tolerated his wife's adultery and now could not allow her to run away from home.He went straight to the rival's residence, and as soon as he entered, he drew a gun and fired a bullet into the air, then aimed at his wife's chest.Dielemando, the national shooting champion, took the lead and hit the opponent with a single shot in the chest.Cunha's death became a national tragedy.Brazil mourned for him for three days.

Pimentie also cannot tolerate Sandra's betrayal.Using various pretexts, he went to Sandra's place at any hour of the day or night; on several occasions, he even slapped Sandra's ears.She went to the police station and charged him with "break and enter and assault", but to no avail.Investigators conjecture: This is a quarrel between a big man and his beloved woman: a trivial matter. At dawn on August 20, Pimenda came to the Saidi Stud Farm, 70 kilometers west of Sao Paulo, where he often used horseback riding to relax.Sandra's family also fosters two horses there.Pimenda knew that at any time on Sunday she might come to the stables.He waited until two-thirty in the afternoon.When he saw her actually appear, he immediately pulled out the 38-caliber revolver that he carried with him.He said that if she must leave him, he would beat her to death and then commit suicide.Sandra yelled, "Don't! Pimenda! Don't do this!" Then, two shots fired: one shot hit Sandra's lungs; the other shot hit her head as she fell. The gun was fired from a distance of forty centimeters, and the bullet was shot from a little above the left ear.

Pimenda hid the pistol in a glove box in the car and fled. For a few hours, he wandered the wilderness of Ibiona, near the stud farm, before deciding to take refuge at a friend's house.According to what he later told.More than once, he pointed the gun to his mouth, which almost ended his life.He didn't shoot because the area where he was operating was too desolate; he thought it would take days for investigators to find his body.He was worried that when the body was finally collected, he would be unrecognizable and creepy. He didn't want his daughters to see that miserable appearance.He dismissed the idea of ​​suicide, but did not lose the courage to die. On Tuesday morning, from his hiding place, he called the editor-in-charge of the São Paulo state newspaper Commercial, complaining that reports of murders were disproportionately biased towards the dead. "You are hostile against me. You have forgotten: I am still the editor-in-chief of the newspaper!" He said: "The reports of the "Evening Post" are better than ours. Let's see if you can aim more!" The last sentence Not ironic, as his sense of humor is long gone.That afternoon, he wrote a suicide note to his twin daughters.He said he had lost the will to live and that it was impossible for him to defend himself during a long and painful trial.Then, he took an overdose of sleeping pills.About one hundred and twenty milligrams, and then lay in bed waiting to die.He was found two hours later and pulled from a coma. Now, Pimenda has become a murderer.But he also insisted that she "defrauded him very professionally herself"; that she damaged his reputation; that she gave him a venereal disease.So killing is an act of blind passion?So killing is necessarily related to revenge?So killing is an act to be destroyed because the patient cannot possess the lover?Two of the most outstanding representatives of Brazilian intellectual women: the novelist Nerida.Binon and sociologist Lucica.Dorsey.Violence will continue to be the only means of expression for any man whose self-esteem has been wounded, D'Oridula speculates."Society itself is complicit," Lucica said. The Penal Code does not provide for punishment for men who beat women.But it's only one step from beating women to killing people. "Pimendie was imprisoned in the hospital for treatment. He still has no remorse, but firmly believes that he is a victim. He has long known that he has entered the TV series. But what he doesn't know is: People who are sentenced to hell will never stand up. Buenos Aires Journal Weekend Supplement September 3, 2000 You should have blocked the above story from being published; you should have pretended it never happened.However, before you have had time to think about it this way, things are already out of your control.The day after it happened, all the other papers ran the story on full page - yours simply repeated the police briefing; the language used against Pimenda was so disrespectful and rude that you They were going to write a newsletter in defense of Pimenda.You think that even perfectly reasonable people can suddenly go mad.Ninety-eight.On Sunday, November 16th, the French philosopher Louis.Althusser was giving his wife Elena a neck massage. The couple had lived together for more than 30 years. He suddenly found that his wife's face was livid, her tongue stuck between her teeth, and she was motionless.He actually strangled his wife to death unknowingly.The court did not find him guilty.Declaring that he is not legally responsible for it.Dielemando.Gandhi much.De Assis was acquitted a second time in 1916 after one of Cunha's sons attempted to avenge his father by killing Dielemando, who killed the young man in self-defense.Mania and passion, always irrational, are as often fatal and inescapable as diseases over man.Therefore, no one can be blamed. However, when an editor of Sao Paulo's "Commerce" called and asked you: What do you think about this murder case, which was the day when Pimenda confessed the fact of the murder, you replied: "Punish the criminal with your own hands. primitive society." The more you think about it, the more you like the idea that you're implying that your friend's actions are justified; at the same time, you're explaining that your friend's intellect sank to an almost animal, prehistoric state when he killed someone.Why punish a man who has lost his humanity? Was it because he had suddenly replaced thought with impulse? For more than a week, other newspapers continued to angrily denounce Pimenda. You can no longer hide your readers' curiosity, or pretend that the crime was an accident of innocence.One of the biggest names in Brazilian journalism, a man of the same spiritual and moral level as you killed the woman he loved, and was blinded by possessiveness or jealousy.You ordered the reporter in Rio to investigate the facts; when he sent you the story, you delayed it for five days before agreeing to publish it.You think it's really easy to understand the reasons for killing people.There is nothing harder than being in love with someone and at the same time accepting that they don't love you back. You called Pimenda the Friday before he committed the crime. You tell him, Tuesday the 22nd, I'm going to Sao Paulo.Let's have dinner together that day or the next day, shall we? He answers you, "No. I don't think so. I've had some trouble with a former department head at the newspaper. She betrayed me, betrayed information, and I fired her.But she continued to make trouble.Camargue, if you need anything, just talk to Eva.You can also find Moisi.I was so angry that I couldn't bear it. Treachery hurts more than anything else. "You said to him: 'I understand.We live a shitty life. " He repeated, "Yeah, life like shit." On Sunday night, the reporter of the Evening Post, Mr. Oldaway.Furias has news for you.You ask: Oldaway, did you fire two shots?So, it wasn't an accidental injury?What can't be explained!A editor-in-chief who is so decent and sensible would kill! What confuses you even more is that you called Pimenda just before the murder, when he was in a moment of sudden change, on the brink: something else was drawing him like an abyss of attraction.Pimenda probably sat on the edge of the abyss, thinking: I will be whatever killing can make me into.You and Pimenda don't meet very often, but when you do, it's always a good time: sometimes once a year; sometimes three times in two years. Sometimes at a Japanese restaurant on Bandera Avenue in Sao Paulo; sometimes at a Chinese restaurant in San Delmo. The two of you don't talk about yourself, nor about the changes in the newspapers you lead, which is contrary to professional habits.Your friendship with Pimenda has always been about areas of mutual interest: the movies you've seen and the books you're reading.Pimenda's most impressive works include: "Into Fiction", "Confidential LA" and Tang De.Lillo's novel "Low Society".You prefer wG Sebat's "Sardono's Ring", Silvia.Plath (Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), American poetess. Married British poet Ted Hughes in 1956. In 1963, due to insanity, he committed suicide in London. ) unabridged posthumous diaries and her ex-husband Ted."Birthday Letters" by Hughes, and a Michelle.The film directed by Boris is called "Twin Idahoans", and the director co-stars with his twin brother. The two always express such an idea in the film: two brothers are one.You told Pimenda that the only disappointment was the ending.Ten minutes before the end of the movie, you have to leave your seat. You two also rarely talk on the phone.Months passed, and you heard his voice on Friday, without warning; then, on Monday, you understood that his voice had gone mad. You cancel your trip to Brazil.You always like to change the dating routine and start over at the first sign of trouble.Besides, you don’t want to go anywhere now, because on the same day as the murder happened—that Sunday, the woman at the window in the building opposite Guangfu Avenue reappeared after a week of absence.Her newly established rules make you uneasy.She's in the corner of the bedroom, almost out of sight of your binoculars, practicing yoga and drinking a glass of orange juice as soon as she comes home in the evening.Then, wearing only a short pajamas, she sat in front of the computer and wrote emails, one after another, sometimes until two or three o'clock in the morning.She devoted herself to printing both outgoing letters and incoming mail, and put them all in the suitcase she carried with her.The reason she kept her letters so carefully must have involved something that needed to be handled with care: a business venture or a love letter.The more you think about it, the more certain it becomes that she's out on a date with a lover.It couldn't be anything else.Only newfound love could bring her such an uncertain sense of happiness, such an expression of shyness that she was now flushed all over.As soon as you are convinced that this is the reason for her happiness, you plan to find out.You decide to break in while she's not in the room.If you scour all hiding places—in piles of clothes, in deep drawers, in books, under suspicious utensils in the kitchen—you’re sure to find what you’re looking for: a man (or was it a woman?) letters, a photograph, tapes from a dictaphone. The woman is going on a trip again.So you decide to wait for the cleaning lady to leave at noon one day and break into her unit.There is no danger in the slightest: no one will see you open the door, you open it cautiously, and then you quickly pass through the aisle where the woman hangs her coat, hastily closing all the shutters.You feel something of yourself looking through the telescope across the way; the idea is absurd, but it makes you uncomfortable.A bedroom is much larger than when viewed from a distance, although your telescope can magnify it many times over. There is a TV set opposite the bed; there is a long wardrobe next to it, in which there are two rows of clothes hanging in parallel, and all kinds of clothes are separated according to seasons.If you have the chance, you can hide there and admire her defenseless sleeping position up close.Once this idea arises in your heart, it cannot be separated from you and cannot be lingered.Now, you are chained to this thought like a blind animal.You carefully check the drawers and door cracks one by one, because you want to know whether the woman used tape or hair to protect the drawers and door cracks because she was afraid that the eyes of intruders would discover her secret. Then, you rummaged through your clothes, looking for any hidden papers, and studied the materials and briefings in the desk one by one.Contrary to what you might have guessed, you have not found any copies of emails, either obsolete or someone else's.There are only a few notes, probably copied from an encyclopedia, and the woman seems to be preparing to write a dissertation; below the notes are some postcards of places she has traveled in recent months: Quito, Venice, Paris, Madrid , Rio, Mexico City.There are a few words on the back of the postcard.A line or two, not addressed to someone, but a rhetorical device.Probably the woman herself. For example, she wrote a few incomprehensible lines next to the portrait of Le Toualay, titled "Travel Diary": "I shouldn't have brought you to Paris / This city belongs to me only / In Paris I am all I have / The next Paris will take you away Li I am here alone Li without myself." The thought of these words makes you feel higher than this woman you know; thus, you speculate from what book she copied it.Instead, on the back of the postcard with the Porta de Alcalá, the text seems to have come from her casual language: "In the Reina Sofia Museum / Facing Dali's portrait / You opened your daughter's letter / She Sick / You said to me: She's dying / I have to go home / I'm sick too / All the sorrow in the world / It's falling on us / And it keeps falling." The noise from Guangfu Avenue came to the bedroom from time to time.It was the hour when the bank and cash register clerks went to lunch and took over.From the floor above came the clicking of copiers.with William.Faulkner identified brothels as the most suitable working environment for artists. On the contrary, this place was quiet at night and noisy during the day.This woman is not an artist.She only writes statistics and postcards; only collects memorabilia.Taking notes for a thesis is a good example. A heinous history of crime seems to be the subject, although a quick glance reveals some fragments of the notes. "In some monasteries in the Middle East, four centuries after the death of Christ, there was a fear that the monks feared that vice would disturb the ideal of a perfect life. The first person to establish a list of vices was the Egyptian hermit Evagrius. Pontus (Evagrius. Pontus (346-399) Asia Minor Christian mystic, writer.). He identified eight basic sins; other vices are derived from these eight. Later, another hermit, the Roman John Cassian (John. Cassian (360 435 ), a Christian monk, ascetic, theologian, and one of the main advocates of the early semi-Pelagian sect.), judged Absolute prohibition of these eight vices, he made this prohibition into an iron discipline of monastic life. Gregory. Gluttony, lasciviousness, miserliness, sloth, arrogance, and vanity. Around 1250, the last two were combined into one by Thomas Aquino. He simplified 'arrogance' while making its content less Terrible, and inadvertently encouraged 'arrogance.' So some people began to justify arrogant behavior, saying that it was inspired by God: Meister. Eckhart (Maister-Eckhart (about 1260 1328), the pioneer of German Protestantism, romanticism, idealism, and existentialism.), Guillaume. De. Okan (Guillaume. De. Okan (1285-1349), British philosopher, Franciscan priests, excommunicated for opposing the Pope.), the Spanish Inquisition judges, and Pope Alexander Borgia, are all the fruits of the tree of freedom planted by Aquino. We beg God to free us from God (Eckhart), all criminals are crimes Poems written by Sartre in his commentary on Genet, Bouvard (Bouvard (1767-1843), French astronomer, published "Jupiter, Saturn "Catalogue of the Stars" and "Catalog of the Stars of Uranus.") and Berguchet (Berguchet, a colleague of Bouvard.), The Ladder of Jacob's Dream of Ascension to Heaven (When Jacob was resting on his way to Haran, I once received Abraham's oracle in a dream. For details, see (Chapter 28 of Anatomy), Tower of Babel (the descendants of Noah wanted to build the Tower of Babel in the city of Babel, God was angry and confused them language. See for details. Chapter Eleven of Genesis. ), saviors, twin boys, mother of God, your twins: history is pride, can't go further, because it's empty, it's empty.To sum it up: Pride is the most fertile of the cardinal sins, a crime, one of the ovaries of sin.San Juan.Della.Cruz (San Juan. De la Cruz (1542-1591). Spanish priest, one of the important representatives of mystic writers. His works include "The Dark Night of the Soul", "Climbing Mount Carmen", "Spirit "Ode" and "Flame of Love", etc.) In the prose "Ascending Mount Carmen" written in Spanish, he listed the seven evils that hurt the human soul most.They are all variants of arrogance: vanity, pomp, show-off, braggart, belittling, taking credit, megalomaniac. I don't think any language can say the same thing in so many ways. “The above notes are written in green ink. The woman ends in pencil: “The extreme of arrogance is the presumption that you are the Son of God. " You stand for a moment in front of the closet, smelling the underwear she has sprayed with lemon zest or lavender. Your nose is still close to her shoes.She covers your whole thought like a boundless cloud covering the sky.You sit down on her bed.But jump up again immediately, because your faint smell of coffee or the weight of a grown man will leave traces of your presence here. You've spent a considerable amount of time alone with her belongings.You check: everything is still in the order she left it.For some reason, you suddenly feel: there is something to look at.You turn back to the desk and open the second drawer. Among the five hundred or so blank sheets of paper that seem to be untouched, you find a newspaper clipping from last week's issue of Please See. six pages. The first page has your friend Antonio.Pimenda.The photo of Neves repeats his characteristic expression: the head is tilted slightly, the right finger rests on the right eyebrow, the eyes are squinted, in a pensive manner, like a giant reptile with a benevolent brow and eyes.The title of the article is stern: "Life and Death Are in Your Hands."The following reads: "The editor-in-chief of the "Commercial" newspaper of the state of São Paulo hired her mistress and promoted her repeatedly. Later, she abandoned the editor-in-chief and was shot dead by the editor-in-chief." Why is this woman interested in this article?What disturbs you is that this woman took the trouble to find the magazine at one of the few newsstands in Buenos Aires in order to cut this article. You have already read it, there are no other articles.You breathed a sigh of relief, secretly curious.The thought swirls in your mind again: to hide in this bedroom, to spy on her sleeping posture.You have to hide; you have to listen to her breath; you have to stab her mind; you have to burn her figure; you have to uncover her breath. You'll be jumping in her dreams and eyeing her for everything you find.