“Let’s face it: the truth should come first, before everything else. She worshiped me. She thought I wasn’t like everyone else; that I was the essence of a gentleman, and breeding, and decency, and nobility, in person; the end-all of men. . .Nobility! What a joke! Nobility in my lies. It can’t be, I tell you. It simply can’t. Decency because you wear something called a frock coat! What a farce humanity is. The poor always the underdogs, the rich doing as they please. I’m rich. I’m frivolous, I know it.
The picturesque charm was wearing off. If it is charming, crudeness is seductive for a while, but then it makes you sick at your stomach. The burden I’d taken on was heavier every day. The smell of garlic was starting to disgust me. I even wished–and believe me, it’s the truth–that Pitusa were worthless so I could give her the gate. . . but, no, she wasn’t one of those. Her worthless? Not on your life. If I’d told her to throw herself into a fire she would’ve plunged in head first.” - - Juanito Santa Cruz, a character in Fortunata y Jacinta, a 19th Century Spanish novel by Benito Pérez Galdós, relating his affair with Pitusa (Fortunata), an affair that took place before he was married, to his wife, Jacinta. This soul searching encounter takes place in an inn in Sevilla on their honeymoon after Jacinta coaxes the story out of Juanito.
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