# Não me lembra nada nem ninguém (8)

A great power sets its sights on a smaller, strange, and faraway land—an easy target, or so it would seem. Led first by a father and then, a decade later, by his son, this great power invades the lesser country twice. The father, so people say, is a bland and bureaucratic man, far more temperate than the son; and, indeed, it is the second invasion that will seize the imagination of history for many years to come. For although it is far larger and more aggressive than the first, it leads to unexpected disaster. Many commentators ascribe this disaster to the flawed decisions of the son: a man whose bluster competes with, or perhaps covers for, a certain hollowness at the center; a leader who is at once hobbled by personal demons (among which, it seems, is an Oedipal conflict) and given to grandiose gestures, who at best seems incapable of comprehending, and at worst is simply incurious about, how different or foreign his enemy really is. Although he himself is unscathed by the disaster he has wreaked, the fortunes and the reputation of the country he rules are seriously damaged. A great power has stumbled badly, against all expectations.

(Daniel Mendelsohn, no último número da New Yorker, sobre as Histórias de Heródoto, que narram a guerra dos Gregos contra os Persas em 490 e 480–479 a.C.)

# Ler dá trabalho

Alice Vieira em Os meus livros n.º 62:

[...] nessa coisa de não maçar os meninos, dizemos que ler não dá trabalho. É mentira: ler dá trabalho, mas é bom.