Mrs. Dalloway and I

But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell–like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye.

Lembrem-me para nunca mais abrir o frigorífico num domingo à noite.