Brazilian writer Rubem Alves is alarmingly disarming. So disarming that reading his ‘Tender Returns’ this July I look benignly upon his English editor. Rubem says of Autumn, “And the green of plants becomes more deeper.” This is so true, I can see it happening. On a childhood memory: “I see myself, a boy, in waiting a room of a medical practice.” It could be like that. And on preparing for death: “That’s why the lst word and the last act are a right that no one can steal from you.” The last shall be lst when they lose their ‘a’.