“Something’s missing that once was essential to me and is so no longer. I don’t need it anymore, as though I had lost a third leg that until then kept me from walking but made me a stable tripod. It’s that third leg that’s now missing. And I’ve gone back to being someone I never was. I’ve gone back to having something I never had before: just my two legs. I know that I can walk only when I have two legs. But I sense the irrelevant loss of the third one, and it horrifies me, it was that leg that made me able to find myself, and without even having to look.” — Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to GH
