pamella

Saturday heat here, I'm reading an incredible number
The best part of it is:
Long Days Journey into Night - Eugene O'Neill

Jamie - Come on, Edmund. You have to listen to me. Acted in bad faith, intending to make you a bum. Or at least a part of me did this. Much so long is dead in me! The one who hates life! I refer to the teachings I gave to you to learn from my mistakes. I pretended to believe it, but it was a scam! I made my mistakes seem certain, and my drunken romantic, and prostitutes are mermaids fascinating, rather than the poor and sickly fallen stupid they are! I mocked the work as if it were a game of fools! Did not want to see you succeed and I lose the battle. Wish you failed. He was always jealous of you: the "filinho" Mom's ... The Dad's favorite! (He stares at his brother with growing animosity) and was his birth mother who pushed pra morphine. I know that's not your fault man! With all that, damn it! I can not help but feel hatred for you.
Do not get me wrong. I want it better than hate.
And the fact that you admit all this now is proof. At the risk of passing on hate me - and after all, you and all I have left. He thought, however, go so far, tell you the whole truth until the end. I do not know what made me do it. He wanted to understand my desire to see him succeed more than anyone. Better, however, to be alert, because at the same time, do everything possible for your failure! I can not help it. I hate myself. I have to succeed. Avenge me the other ... and, above all, you ... It's like the Ballad of Reading Jail of Oscar Wilde. The man was dead and, therefore, had to kill he loved. So it should be. What's dead in me hopes that there will never heal. Perhaps that is cheerful mom has taken up the morphine! ... Requires company ... Do not want to be the only body in this house! (Laughs a laugh cruel and tortured.)