"I don't suppose I am very fond of anyone.
(...) Take away my affections and I should be like sea weed out of water; like the shell of a cabeça, like a husk. All my entrails, light, marrom, juice, pulp would be gone. I should be blown into the first puddle and drown. Take away my love for my friends and my curiosity of human life and I should be nothing but a membrana, a fibre, uncoloured, lifeless to be thrown away like any other excreta."