– That little black point on top, at the back, to the right, that’s Corcovado.
– Did you see how our favelas became actual fortresses?
– Why’d you take off your hat, Brederódes?
– I think I’m in front of a perpetual grave.
– Judging by the palm tree, it must be a hill in Glória.
– No, that’s just a vase on the terrace.
– How pretty our nature is, don’t you think?
– I don’t think so, but I guess. Imagination exists for a reason…
(Revista da Semana, June 30, 1928)