I consider it a real manifestation of God in my life to have gotten rid of hundreds of pages of interpretation of Pessoa’s life “through a Freudian lens,” a martyrdom to which I would fatally submit myself in order to know a little more of the poet’s life. Then I learn of the existence of this recently published brick of a thousand pages by Richard Zenith, which already in its first lines points out the conclusions of the Freudian biographer João Gaspar Simões. According to him, “nostalgia for lost childhood and the pure happiness it represented is the key to understanding the man and his work.” What a shame of these disciples of Freud! What a shame! And what is incredible is that they do not blush when they pour out such frighteningly shallow and predictable conclusions. There are, for Freud’s disciples, only two causes for all human manifestation: childhood and desire. Nothing beyond these is possible, and everything can be infallibly justified by them. So a man who manifests in life the religious vocation, obviously, be he whatever monk or saint, does so out of frustration at not being able to relate to women, or out of unresolved sexuality. An artist, on the other hand, has to celebrate himself through debauchery; he makes art out of the need to express unresolved childhood traumas. In every white-headed gentleman there is, naturally, an inner pervert that constitutes his essence… What a shame! what a shame! It is amazing to note the poverty of psychoanalysis! And thank you, God, thank you very much for freeing me from the insults that I would have to confront because of the appreciation I have for the enormous Portuguese…