“Then — lying there — she had a moist and supreme happiness, since she had been born for the embrace of death. Death which is my favorite character in this story. Was she going to say farewell to herself? I don’t think she is going to die because she wants to live so much. And there was a certain sensuality in the way she’d huddled up. Or is it because pre-death resembles intense sensual throes? Because her face looked like a grimace of desire. Things are always days before and if she doesn’t die she is like us on the day before her death, forgive me for reminding you because as for me I can’t forgive my clairvoyance.”
Note used in the 474th paragraph of The Hour of the Star. The handwriting is by Clarice.