I had remembered the definition that Jose Dias had given them, "oblique and disguised gypsy eyes." I did not know what was oblique, but disguised knew, and wanted to see if you could call it. Capitu left to stare at and examine. Just wondering what it was, he had never seen them; I found nothing extraordinary; color and sweetness were my known. The delay of contemplation I think that gave him another idea of ​​my purpose; thought it was a pretext for mirá them more closely with my long, constant eyes, stuck in them, and this attribute to enter to be grown, and grown dark with such expression ... Rhetoric Valentine gives Me an exact and poetic comparison to say what those eyes of Capitu. Do not help me picture can say without breaking the dignity of style, what they were and made me. Hangover eyes? Go, hungover. It's what gives me the idea of ​​this new feature. They brought some mysterious and energetic fluid, a force that dragged inside, as the vacancy that withdraws from the beach, in the days of hangover.