Under the Volcano

And what he wanted then, ah then (he had turned right without looking at the sign and was following the path along the wire fence), what he wanted then, he thought, casting one yearning glance at the plains—and at this moment he could have sworn that a figure, the details of whose dress he did not have time to make out before it departed, but apparently in some kind of mourning, had been standing, head bowed in deepest anguish, near the centre of the public garden—what you want then, Geoffrey Firmin, if only as an antidote against such routine hallucinations, is, why it is, nothing less than to drink; to drink, indeed, all day, just as the clouds once more bid you, and yet not quite; again it is more subtle than this; you do not wish merely to drink, but to drink in a particular place and in a particular town.

[under-the-volcano]

I doubt that death will come.

Clarice Lispector, “One Day Less”

[under-the-volcano]

Well, so she left the beauty salon by the elevator in the Copacobana Palace Hotel.

Clarice Lispector, "Beauty and the Beast, or, The Enormous Wound"

[under-the-volcano]

Brasília is constructed on the line of the horizon.

Clarice Lispector, "Brasília"

[under-the-volcano]

Maria Angélica de Andrade was sixty.

Clarice Lispector, "But it's Going to Rain"

[under-the-volcano]

She was tall, strong, hairy.

Clarice Lispector, "Better Than to Burn"

[under-the-volcano]

Maria Aparecida--Cidinha, as they called her at home--was an English teacher.

Clarice Lispector, "Pig Latin"

[under-the-volcano]

The cabaret on the Praça Mauá was called ‘Erótica.’

Clarice Lispector, “Praça Mauá”

[under-the-volcano]

Well then.

Clarice Lispector, “Before the Rio-Niterói Bridge”

[under-the-volcano]

She was eighty-one years old.

Clarice Lispector, "The Sound of Footsteps"

[under-the-volcano]

Today is May thirteenth.

Clarice Lispector, “Day After Day”

[under-the-volcano]

Since he had nothing to do, he went to pee.

Clarice Lispector, "For the Time Being"

[under-the-volcano]

Yes.

Clarice Lispector, "He Drank Me Up"

[under-the-volcano]

It was Saturday evening, around six o'clock.

Clarice Lispector, "The Man Who Showed Up"

[under-the-volcano]

Maria das Dores was scared.

Clarice Lispector, "Via Crucis"

[under-the-volcano]

Xavier was a belligerent and red-blooded man.

Clarice Lispector, “The Body”

[under-the-volcano]

The poet Álvaro Pacheco, my publisher at Artenova, commissioned three stories from me about things that, he said, really happened.

Clarice Lispector, "Explanation"

[under-the-volcano]

So in Rio there was a place with a hearth.

Clarice Lispector, "Natural Life"