" Of the many faces that (like all human beings) Alejandra had, this was the one that belonged most intimately to Martín; or at least the one that had once belonged to him most intimately: a face with the profound and slightly sad expression of someone longing for something that he or she knows, beforehand, to be unattainable, a face full of desire but also already full of despair, as though it were possible for desire (that is to say hope) and despair to manifest themselves at one and the same time. And moreover, a face with that almost imperceptible yet violent expression of hers of scorn for something: for God perhaps or for all of humanity, or more probably, for herself. Or for all of these things together. "

― Ernesto Sabato , Sobre héroes y tumbas