‘The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul’
– Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
‘The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul’
– Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
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