" I'm not even in love with you. You don't even awaken in me one of those aberrant nostalgia that men my age feel with the proximity of a young life: you are an inferior being, Iris Mateluna, a piece of primary existence that surrounds a reproductive uterus so central to your person that all the rest of your being is a superfluous shell… "

― José Donoso , The Obscene Bird of Night