“Have you ever fallen in love?”
“No,” Mundeta said.
“If you only knew what it meant...”
“What?”
“Like a curious feeling in your stomach.”
“Like a stomachache?” she asked, startled.
“No, it’s both physical and moral. As if the future of the whole world were in your hands. Like revolution.”
— GOODBYE, RAMONA, Montserrat Roig
The weather is unsettled, menacing. Blue horizons disappear into the mist. Clouds project erratic shadows which move across flat ground and mountain sides. The sun has lost the joyous resplendence which excited the cicadas and made them sing; only from time to time does its languid face appear, producing on the ground patches of dim yellow light which are soon extinguished, leaving behind a feeling of inexplicable melancholy.
— JACOBÉ & FINETA, Joaquim Ruyra