{"id":4039,"date":"2012-08-17T15:15:30","date_gmt":"2012-08-17T19:15:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/?page_id=4039"},"modified":"2013-01-30T14:02:07","modified_gmt":"2013-01-30T18:02:07","slug":"the-portugese-dictionary","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/the-portugese-dictionary\/","title":{"rendered":"The Portuguese Dictionary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Each morning Charley<br \/>\nthe house painter<br \/>\ncame to work, he left<br \/>\nhis clenched face<br \/>\nholding its unlit<br \/>\ncigar, and his old hands<br \/>\nmoving in their dream<br \/>\nof painting pastel colors<br \/>\non new houses that stood<br \/>\nin cow pastures. He<br \/>\nwas selling sewing machines<br \/>\nin Brazil, just as if<br \/>\nthirty-five years<br \/>\nhad never happened. This<br \/>\nwas why each afternoon<br \/>\nhe looked right through<br \/>\nthe baffled landowners,<br \/>\ncome to imagine<br \/>\ntheir twiggy sticks<br \/>\nwould soon be trees.<br \/>\nWhy when he got home<br \/>\nhe never even saw<br \/>\nhis wagging, black<br \/>\nhabit of a farm dog,<br \/>\nor thought about his mother<br \/>\nnodding in the far room<br \/>\namong the water-stained<br \/>\nexplosions of roses. Already<br \/>\nCharley was at his desk<br \/>\ndown in the cellar,<br \/>\nwaiting for his slow<br \/>\nlegs and hands to come<br \/>\nand get the index cards<br \/>\nout from the shelves of dead<br \/>\npickles and jams. Already<br \/>\nhe was thinking<br \/>\nof the name for sky<br \/>\nwith no clouds in it.<br \/>\nOr of the happy words<br \/>\nthe women of Brazil said,<br \/>\nworking the treadle.<br \/>\nOr of the lovely<br \/>\nlanguage of the face<br \/>\nand legs and hands he learned<br \/>\nfrom a boy one night<br \/>\nbeside the dark sea,<br \/>\nin some other life<br \/>\nof his lost body.<\/p>\n<p><em>-Wesley McNair<\/em><\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4039\" data-postid=\"4039\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4039 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Each morning Charley the house painter came to work, he left his clenched face holding its unlit cigar, and his old hands moving in their dream of painting pastel colors on new houses that stood in cow pastures. He was selling sewing machines in Brazil, just as if thirty-five years had never happened. This was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2341,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4039"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2341"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4039"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4039\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8848,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4039\/revisions\/8848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}