22 November, 2008

She discreetly knocked on the door, ten minutes later she was naked, fifteen minutes later she was moaning, after twenty minutes she began to lose her head, after twenty-one minutes she felt that her body was being lacerated with pleasure, after twenty-two minutes she called out Now, now, and when she regained consciousness she said, exhausted and happy, I can still see everything white.
— Jose Saramago, Blindness

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