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It was not vanity that drew her to the mirror； it was amazement at seeing her own I。 She forgot she was looking at the instrument panel of her body mechanisms； she thought she saw her soul shining through the features of her face。 She forgot that the nose was merely the nozzle of a hose that took oxygen to the lungs； she saw it as the true expression of her nature。
Staring at herself for long stretches of time； she was occasionally upset at the sight of her mother's features in her face。 She would stare all the more doggedly at her image in an attempt to wish them away and keep only what was hers alone。 Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication： her soul would rise to the surface of her body like a crew charging up from the bowels of a ship； spreading out over the deck； waving at the sky and singing in jubilation。
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She took after her mother； and not only physically。 I sometimes have the feeling that her entire life was merely a continuation of her mother's； much as the course of a ball on the billiard table is merely the continuation of the player's arm movement。
Indeed； was she not the principal culprit determining her mother's fate？ She； the absurd encounter of the sperm of the most manly of men and the egg of the most beautiful of women？ Yes； it was in that fateful second； which was named Tereza； that the botched long…distance race； her mother's life； had begun。
Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything。 Her words had the ring of truth； backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child。 Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice。 If a mother was Sacrifice personified； then a daughter was Guilt； with no possibility of redress。
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Of course； Tereza did not know the story of the night when her mother whispered Be careful into the ear of her father。 Her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin。 But she did what she could to rid herself of it。 Her mother took her out of school at the age of fifteen； and Tereza went to work as a waitress； handing over all her earnings。 She was willing to do anything to gain her mother's love。 She ran the household； took care of her siblings； and spent all day Sunday cleaning house and doing the family wash。 It was a pity； because she was the brightest in her class。 She yearned for something higher； but in the small town there was nothing higher for her。 Whenever she did the clothes； she kept a book next to the tub。 As she turned the pages； the wash water dripped all over them。
At home； there was no such thing as shame。 Her mother marched about the flat in her underwear； sometimes braless and sometimes； on summer days； stark naked。 Her stepfather did not walk about naked； but he did go into the bathroom every time Tereza was in the bath。 Once she locked herself in and her mother was furious。 Who do you think you are； anyway？ Do you think he's going to bite off a piece of your beauty？
（This confrontation shows clearly that hatred for her daughter outweighed suspicion of her husband。 Her daughter's guilt was infinite and included the husband's infidelities。 Tereza's desire to be emancipated and insist on her rights—like the right to lock herself in the bathroom—was more objectionable to Tereza's mother than the possibility of her husband's taking a prurient interest in Tereza。）
Once her mother decided to go naked in the winter when the lights were on。 Tereza quickly ran to pull the curtains so that no one could see her from across the street。 She heard her mother's laughter behind her。 The following day her mother had some friends over： a neighbor； a woman she worked with； a local schoolmistress； and two or three other women in the habit of getting together regularly。 Tereza and the sixteen…year…old son of one of them came in at one point to say hello； and her mother immediately took advantage of their presence to tell how Tereza had tried to protect her mother's modesty。 She laughed； and all the women laughed with her。 Tereza can't reconcile herself to the idea that the human body pisses and farts； she said。 Tereza turned bright red； but her mother would not stop。 What's so terrible about that？ and in answer to her own question she broke wind loudly。 All the women laughed again。
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Tereza's mother blew her nose noisily； talked to people in public about her sex life； and enjoyed demonstrating her false teeth。 She was remarkably skillful at loosening them with her tongue； and in the midst of a broad smile would cause the uppers to drop down over the lowers in such a way as to give her face a sinister expression。
Her behavior was but a single grand gesture； a casting off of youth and beauty。 In the days when she had had nine suitors kneeling round her in a circle； she guarded her nakedness apprehensively； as though trying to express the value of her body in terms of the modesty she accorded it。 Now she had not only lost that modesty； she had radically broken with it； ceremoniously using her new immodesty to draw a dividing line through her life and proclaim that youth and beauty were overrated and worthless。
Tereza appears to me a continuation of the gesture by which her mother cast off her life as a young beauty； cast it far behind her。
（And if Tereza has a nervous way of moving； if her gestures lack a certain easy grace； we must not be surprised： her mother's grand； wild； and self…destructive gesture has left an indelible imprint on her。）
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Tereza's mother demanded justice。 She wanted to see the culprit penalized。 That is why she insisted her daughter remain with her in the world of immodesty； where youth and beauty mean nothing； where the world is nothing but a vast concentration camp of bodies； one like the next； with souls invisible。
Now we can better understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice； her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror。 It was a battle with her mother。 It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies； to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below。 It was not an easy task： her soul—her sad； timid； self…effac