Amor Wittgenstein. Vou dizer-te um poema de Stephen Crane, ouve. In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter - bitter”, he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart”. Acreditas?, acreditarias se o coração fosse o teu e o mordesses. O Marquês.