I went back. I would always go back. The sea bathes my ankles, and retreats, it bathes my knees, my thighs; it puts its gentle arm around my waist, circles my breasts, embraces my throat, presses my shoulders then I sink into it, my whole body. I give myself to its pulsing strength, to its gentle possession, holding nothing back.

J. Rulfo. (1955). Pedro Paramo, New York: Grove Press books.