MAIS QUE UMA CURIOSIDADE
Otto Maria Carpeaux | O Jornal , 1944
Sugerido por Carpeaux nas décadas de 1940–1960, Escapade (1923), da americana Evelyn Scott, será enfim publicado — neste mês, pela Versal Editores. — “ Escapade é, pelo menos para leitores brasileiros ”, diz o crítico, “ um livro único, incomparável: é um clássico nosso ”.
Não sei quantos leitores encontraram, nos próprios Estados Unidos, a romancista…
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Featureless people glide with dim motion through a
quivering blue silver;
Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels.
The trees float upward in gray and green flames.
Clouds, swans, boats, trees, all gliding up a hillside
After some gray old women who lift their gaunt forms
From falling shrouds of leaves.
Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing.
Crackling skeletons shine.
Along the smutted horizon of Fifth Avenue
The hooded houses watch heavily
With oily gold eyes.
Autumn Dusk In Central Park by Evelyn Scott
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Summer 1895: Glenn gets dropped with a bomb from his father and he has to deal with it.
Warnings: Scott is a terrible dad, arranged marriages.
Glenn stared at his parents in abhorrent horror. They had sat him down in private to get away from the earshot of his little sister, Winona, who, as recently, was acting strangely. Some days, she was skittish and looked like she wanted to say something to him however disappeared all day.
"I am to be engaged?"
"Well, nothing is official yet but we wanted to tell you since..." His father trailed. He seemed more fidgety than usual. Glenn found it all far too suspicious. Was his sister in on this? No, he waved the thought away because had she known, Winona would not have been able to keep her mouth shut.
"The girl, Euphemia and her family will be joining us for dinner today." His mother looked more saddened than joyful at the news. "Though, they have sent an owl writing that they intend to arrive an hour early to allow Glenn and Euphemia to make themselves more acquainted."
"Is that so, Evelyn?"
"Yes, dear."
"Can I be excused? I need some time to myself."
His father wanted to refute, but his mother stopped Scott. She gave a soft nod of confirmation and let Glenn leave the sitting room. Typically he would have fled to the library and found comfort in the words of Aristotle and Doyle. However, he followed Winona's example and listened to his parent's conversations.
"I can't believe you have done this, Scott!" He heard his mother cry. "He's just a boy of fifteen. I thought we agreed that our children were given the freedom to choose their spouses as long as we find them suitable."
"I know, Evelyn, but have you seen the boy." Scott sighed; he could imagine his father shaking his head. "He has shown absolutely no interest in women."
"Maybe he has other preferences? Or maybe he doesn't want to show?" She suggested.
"I tried and there was still nothing. It's abnormal for a young boy his age to show no signs of worldly desires."
"So you just went and got him a fiancée!" Glenn was comforted that his mother seemed just as bewildered as him.
"Mr Macnair made an offer I couldn't refute. His manufacturing business is expanding at great speeds, and think of the dowry we would receive." His father sounded so excited and eager, like this was a mere business transaction between two families, the business of marriage. Glenn couldn't bear it any longer and left as he knew what would happen next. His mother would scold his father and cry later in private.
Glenn left for the library until the servants told him to prepare himself and prepare for the arrival of the Macnair family. He did a little digging of what he could. The Macnair's are a well-to-do pureblood family despite some having chosen a more humbling life in the highlands of Scotland. A servant boy called Glenn to the entrance.
Their butler guided the eight members of the Macnair family to the Rosewoods. He noticed Euphemia instantly. She wore a white dress that made her already pale skin like snow, and her brown hair was framed her hair in such a way that made her look younger. Despite the girl trying to smile, she looked more grimaced than anything else.
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr and Mrs Macnair." His mother plastered her best fake smile. Meanwhile, Winona didn't seem to be interested or engaged with them and took off to read. The two men took off, probably to have pre-dinner drinks and a smoke. At the same time, his mother, Mrs Macnair, and the Macnair boys toured Stromview manor, Glenn and Euphemia tailing behind.
"I'm Glenn Rosewood. A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he offered to shake her hand. Glenn knew the proper etiquette was to kiss her hand, but the thought made him repulsive.
"I'm Euphemia Macnair. The pleasure is all mine." She spoke with softness, but her words were all carefully pronounced.
Both remained in painful silence for several minutes before they were in the library, out of earshot. It seemed to cheer the girl up.
"I would rather that we cut to the chase as I don't want you having false hope..."
"You detest this arrangement as much as I do." Euphemia said, almost like she could read his mind.
"I see that we are both in agreement on that." Glenn felt some hope of getting out of this engagement. They both didn't want this and could say the arrangements didn't work.
"Oh, you possess Doyle," Her blue eyes brightened as she scanned the books. "Do you enjoy his work?"
"Yes, I've all his novels including his latest work, The adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I have always preferred A Study on Scarlet, his original work." He was a little intrigued and surprised by her knowledge of Doyle. "I didn't expect you have his books."
"I have five older brothers, so I just read their books when I'm bored with mine. I've always preferred The Signs of the Four by Doyle, and Sherlock had more soul there." Euphemia explained. Though what he said next surprised him.
"What if we kept this arrangement. Only temporarily," he added quietly before Euphemia could retort without hearing him out. "Think about it. Our families won't bother us with other suitors and leave us at peace for a while, and you'll be the one to break the engagement."
"Why me?" She asked; her blue eyes pierced him.
"A man's reputation can be repaired faster than a woman's if she were the one to break it off. It's an unfortunate truth of our society." Glenn offered.
"Oh gosh, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, worried. Glenn found it slightly amusing that she was more concerned for him than herself.
"I'm sure I'll be fine but you should be more concerned about yourself."
"I guess. If you're fine with this, then I'll accept this engagement for the time being."
Neither of them wanted this, but at the same time, it could prove helpful for the time being. Though Glenn realises that he doesn't mind Euphemia's company much. It's going to be alright; it's only to save face for a few years.
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