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1 " The role that G liked to give himself in his books was that of benefactor, responsible for the initiation of young people into the joys of sex... In reality, this exceptional talent was limited to not making his partner suffer. And where there is neither pain nor coercion there is no rape... Physical violence leaves a memory for a person to react against. It's appalling but tangible. Sexual abuse on the other hand is insidious and perverse, and the victim might be barely aware it is happening. Noone speaks of sexual abuse between adults. Of the abuse of the vulnerable, yes. Of an elderly person, for example. Vulnerability is precisely that infinitesimal space into which people with the psychological profile of G can insinuate themselves. It's the element that makes the element of consent so beside the point. Very often in the case of sexual abuse or abuse of the vulnerable, one comes across the same denial of reality, the same refusal to consider oneself a victim. And inded, how is it possible to acknowledge having been abused when it's impossible to deny having consented? Having felt desire for the very adult that was so eager to take advantage of you? "
― Vanessa Springora , Le Consentement
2 " No, ese hombre no albergaba los mejores sentimientos. Ese hombre no era bueno. Era lo que aprendemos a temer desde niños: un ogro.Nuestro amor era un sueño tan potente que nada, ni una sola de las pocas advertencias de mi entorno, había bastado para despertarme. Era la pesadilla más perversa. Era una violencia innombrable. "
3 " ¿Por qué una adolescente de catorce años no podría amar a un hombre treinta años mayor que ella? Cien veces había dado vueltas mentalmente a esta pregunta. Sin darme cuenta de que estaba mal planteada, desde el principio. Lo que había que cuestionar no era mi atracción, sino la suya. "
4 " For many years I paced around my cage, my dreams filled with murder and revenge. Until the day when the solution finally presented itself to me, like something that was completely obvious: Why not ensnare the hunter in his own trap, ambush him within the pages of a book? "
5 " Ce qui a changé aujourd’hui, et dont se plaignent, en fustigeant le puritanisme ambiant, des types comme lui et ses défenseurs, c’est qu’après la libération des mœurs, la parole des victimes, elle aussi, soit en train de se libérer. "
6 " Pero con una dulzura inesperada me coge de la mano y me acaricia la mejilla. «¿Te das cuenta de hasta qué punto ese tío se aprovecha de ti y te hace daño? ¡La culpa no es tuya, es suya! Y tú no estás loca ni eres una prisionera. Basta con que recuperes la confianza en ti misma y lo dejes.» "
7 " subconsciente es sumamente astuto. No podemos escapar a su determinismo. Tras años alejada de ellos, los libros vuelven a ser mis amigos. Los convierto en mi trabajo. Al fin y al cabo, es lo que mejor conozco. Seguramente intento arreglar "
8 " Si las relaciones sexuales entre un adulto y un menor de quince años son ilegales, ¿por qué esa tolerancia cuando son obra del representante de una élite, un fotógrafo, un escritor, un cineasta o un pintor? "
9 " porque el miedo al abandono es más fuerte que la razón y me he empeñado en creer que esta anormalidad me convertía en una persona interesante. "
10 " Nuestra sabiduría empieza donde termina la del autor. Nos gustaría que nos diera respuestas, cuando lo único que puede hacer es darnos deseos. "
11 " Pourquoi une adolescente de quatorze ans ne pourrait-elle aimer un monsieur de trente-six ans son aîné? Cent fois, j'avais retourné cette question dans mon esprit. Sans voir qu'elle était mal posée, dès le départ. Ce n'est pas mon attirance à moi qu'il fallait interroger, mais la sienne "
12 " Some children spend their days climbing trees. I spent mine in books. This was how I drowned the inconsolable sorrow in which my father's abandonment had left me. Romance and passion filled my imagination. I was far too young for the novels I read, and I understood little of them except that love makes you suffer. Why would anyone want to be destroyed so prematurely? "
13 " On ha anat la «petita V.»? Algú l’ha vista per alguna banda? De vegades una veu ressorgeix de les profunditats i em xiuxiueja: «Els llibres són mentides». Ja no l'escolto, com si m'haguessin esborrat la memòria. De tant en tant, una guspira. Un detall, aquí o allà. Penso que sí, és això, aquí potser hi ha un bocinet meu, entre aquestes ratlles, darrere aquestes paraules. Llavors espigolo. Recol·lecto. Em reconstitueixo. Hi ha llibres que són excel·lents medicaments. No me'n recordava. "
14 " Since my father had fallen off the radar, I had begun desperately trying to attract men's attention. It was a waste of effort. I was completely unattractive; I lacked the slightest physical allure. "
― Vanessa Springora
15 " She was in such a bad way, she couldn't see that her single life was much of a burden for me as it was for her. A father, conspicuous only by his absence, who left an unfathomable void in my life. A pronounced taste for reading. A certain sexual precocity. And, most of all, an enormous need to be seen.All the necessary elements were now in place. "
16 " Who do you think you are, with all your questions? A modern version of the Inquisition? Have you become a feminist all of a sudden? That’s the last thing I need! "
17 " What he loved more than anything was making love. Who could blame him? When it came to sex, I oscillated between feeling all-powerful and completely apathetic. Sometimes I was filled with a feeling of intoxication. All this power, how easy it was to make a man happy. And suddenly at the point of orgasm, I’d dissolve into tears for no apparent reason. "Too much happiness," was all I could tell him when he showed concern at my sobs. For entire days, I couldn’t bear for him to touch me. And then the infernal cycle would begin again. "
18 " I would recall my mission in life - pleasuring men. That was my condition, my status. And so I would offer my services anew, with renewed zeal, and with a simulated conviction that I even managed to convince myself was real. I faked it. I faked enjoying sex, faked my pleasure, faked knowing what the point of it all was. Deep down, I was ashamed of being able to do it all so instinctively, when others had barely experienced their first kiss. "
19 " Later, with a little more maturity and courage, I opted for a different strategy: to tell the entire truth, admit that I felt like a doll lacking all desire who had no idea how her own body worked, who had learned only one thing: how to be an instrument for other people’s games. Every time, this revelation brought the relationship to an end. No one wants a broken toy. "
20 " Pero desde que G. ha empezado a escribir esta novela, lo real cambia de bando: poco a poco paso de musa a personaje de ficción. "
