No, what she needs is not a loving gaze but a flood of alien, crude, lustful looks settling on her with no good will, no discrimination, no tenderness or politeness; settling on her fatefully, inescapably. Those are the looks that sustain her within human society. The gaze of love rips her out of it.
from IDENTITY by Millan Kundera
10:08 PM
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