Lost Zweig Page #7

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No, no. Black's fine.

"I want to give heartfelt thanks

to this wonderful country...

which has been for me

and my work...

so good and hospitable

a resting place.

Every day I have learned

to love this country better...

and nowhere would I more gladly

have rebuilt...

my life all over again...

now that the world of my native

tongue has perished for me. "

One would need special powers

to begin completely afresh.

But now that I'm 60...

my reserves are exhausted

after long years...

of homeless wandering.

"It seems to me, therefore,

better to put an end...

in good time and

without humiliation...

to a life in which

intellectual work...

has always meant the purest

joy and personal freedom...

earth's most precious possession.

I greet all my friends!

May they live to see the dawn

after the long night is over!

I, all too impatient,

am going on before. "

"Lourdes, please look after the plants

and don't let the orchids die.

Today, for the first time,

Dorothea, I feel happy.

I'm not afraid anymore.

I freed myself from the torture

of pity and self-pity. "

"I don't hope for posterity

through my life's works.

My last look embraces

the supreme beauty...

of paradise lost. "

With the sudden, tragic death

of famous European writer...

Stefan Zweig...

the world loses the voice which

best described the grandeur of Brazil.

Authorities and the people

of Petropolis...

attend the funeral of the author of

"Brazil:
Land of the Future".

Representing president Vargas...

his Minister for Press and

Propaganda, Dr. Lauro Pontes.

A close, personal friend

of the deceased...

he pays tribute to this great man.

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