Erotic Garden

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