With regard to the vulnerable position facing a journal such as yours in light of the publishing hazards and legal ramifications of a persisting unknown, of copyright quandaries that have rightfully frightened many others, nixing the opportunity for the devoted reader to experience alchemy of his own before, I fear, the book is shelved in a storage room, a dusty archive of fate, or worse still, locked in a vault, deemed unreadable, due to his barely legible scrawl, not to mention the gravity of the context, Pessoa’s maniacal genius, his inalterable madness and the coursing treachery of his fragile mind—I ask you not to trust me, but rather, to trust the source whether I have any part in it at all.

Good reading & good luck.