Hamlet observes to horatio that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy. this was the selfsame explanation that was given by beautiful rita to her lover, camillo, on a certain friday of november, 1869, when camillo laughed at her for having gone, the previous evening, to consult a fortune-teller. the only difference is that she made her explanation in other words.

"laugh, laugh. that's just like you men; you don't believe in anything. well, let me tell you, i went there and she guessed the reason for my coming before i ever spoke a word. scarcely had she begun to lay out the cards when she said to me: 'the lady likes a certain person ' i confessed that it was so, and then she continued to rearrange the cards in various combinations, finally telling me that i was afraid you would forget me, but that there were no grounds for my fear."

"she was wrong! " interrupted camillo with a laugh.

"don't say that, camillo. if you only realized in what anguish i went there, all on account of you. you know. i've told you before. don't laugh at me; don't poke fun at "

camillo seized her hands and gazed into her eyes earnestly and long. he swore that he loved her ever so much, that her fears were childish; in any case, should she ever harbor a fear, the best fortune-teller to consult was he himself. then he reproved her, saying that it was imprudent to visit such houses. villela might learn of it, and then

"impossible! i was exceedingly careful when i entered the place."

"where is the house? "

"near here. on guarda-velha street. nobody was passing by at the time. rest easy. i'm not a fool."

camillo laughed again.

"do you really believe in such things? " he asked.

it was at this point that she translated hamlet into every-day speech, assuring her lover that there was many a true, mysterious thing in this world. if he was skeptical, let him have patience. one thing, however, was certain: the card reader had guessed everything. what more could he desire? the best proof was that at this moment she was at ease and content.

he was about to speak, but he restrained himself. he did not wish to destroy her illusions. he, too, when a child, and even later, had been superstitious, filled with an arsenal of beliefs which his mother had instilled, and which had disappeared by the time he reached twenty. the day on which he rid himself of all this parasitic vegetation, leaving behind only the trunk of religion, he wrapped his superstition and his religion (which had both been inculcated by his mother) in the same doubt, and soon arrived at a single, total negation. camillo believed in nothing. why? he could not have answered; he had not a solitary reason; he was content simply to deny everything. but i express myself ill, for to deny is in a sense to affirm, and he did not formulate his unbelief. before the great mystery he simply shrugged his shoulders and went on.

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from the information in these paragraphs, what conclusion might one draw about the culture in which this story is set?

a) women in this culture are beautiful.
b) people in this culture are very easily bored.
c) women in this culture laugh more than men.
d) men in this culture are more skeptical than women.