"Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless."

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Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly.

— Jorge Luis Borges