" He ended up coming back to her. For different reasons they went into a butcher's shop. For her the smell of raw meat was a perfume that levitated her as if she’d eaten As for him, what he wanted to see was the butcher and his sharp knife. He envied the butcher and wanted to be one himself. Sticking a knife into meat turned him on. Both left the butcher’s satisfied. Though she wondered: what would the meat taste like? And he wondered: how do you get to be a butcher. What was their secret? "

― Clarice Lispector