When More I do not support I believe not to have in this world one alone man who at some moment if has not come across obtains 1. Efgie for which we recognize ourselves, projected for on the smooth surface of any thing, in them is not little object of that one for which in it is possible to see us to them. E, as for any perceived phenomenon, in the measure where me volume as dumb thing, I am impetuously surprised to judge it who I am. First, I judge that image is I; later project on the same a souvenir, despite very pale, of a success that if draws out in the time. I raise myself in voice saying: I am this that I see; stops beyond what I see, also this is I. I am the hope and memory still yesterday of the future. Let us keep, for the moment, this reasoning in order to memorar an episode.
Yesterday, when passing for the calado of the city of Native of London, I heard the colloquy of two young that indeed laughs at a not very uncommon event, which is: Not another seno the shame that felt of, dressed with the uniform of the work 2, to be seen for two youngsters which I judge to despertarem in these the woman lasciviousness 3, at moment, oppressed for vestments of the profession of which little or nothing can being proud. In its to say to the laughs: ' ' I have shame of it ' '. Expensive reader, here it is there the subject of my modest inquiry, also subject of this so confused chronicle to pressas elaborated. What 4 could be the constaint? Which the origin of the event of this in the emotividade human being? Reply to the first investigation I think to be: At a moment, one I shake emotivo.