" I was happy thinking only about letters and suddenly they began to compose into something, so dangerous when they get together. But at bottom they are careless. Childish. A, B, H, M, O, . . . so rare X. The Z, an amnesiac, ing in decline, his twin brother S with all the cunning of a usurper. "

― Lygia Fagundes Telles , Tigrela and Other Stories