“(a picture of)a naked woman, although she was covering her pubis with her right hand and her breasts with her left. _ _ _ _ covering yourself up like that is worse than showing everything”

— José Saramago , book The Cave

Source: The Cave (2000), pp. 58–59 (Vintage 2003)

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