Look I am ugly. Yet one can have a feeling here that blinds a man while he loves you. He thinks you are beautiful and one day for no reason at all he sees you ugly as you really are. And he is not blind anymore. Then you see yourself as ugly as he sees you and you lose your man and your feeling. Then one day the feeling, that idiotic feeling that you are beautiful, grows inside you again and another man sees you and thinks you are beautiful and it’s all to do over again. Now I’m past it. But it still might come again.
For Whom the Bell Tolls, Pilar