What is to be found at the historical beginning of things is not the inviolable identity of their origin: it is the dissension of other things. It is disparity.

La agarré del cuello y la tumbé. Encima suyo, fui haciendo girar las piernas, cubriéndola, hasta que no pudo moverse. Solamente el pecho, los grandes senos, se le movían desesperados de rabia y de cansancio. Los tomé, uno en cada mano, retorciéndolos. Pudo zafar un brazo y me clavó las uñas en la cara. Busqué entonces la caricia más humillante, la mas odiosa. Tuvo un salto y se quedó quieta en seguida, llorando con el cuerpo flojo. Yo adivinaba que estaba llorando sin hacer gestos. No tuve nunca, en ningún momento, la intencion de violarla; no tenía ningún deseo por ella. (1982:15)

[I grabbed her by the neck and I threw her down. I got on top of her and twisted my legs right round her till she couldn't move. Only her bosom, her big breasts, moved in desperation, angry and exhausted. I took one in each hand and twisted them. She managed to get an arm loose and sunk her nails into my face. Then I went for the most humiliating, most hateful caress. She gave a little jump and immediately went quiet, crying with her limp body. I guessed she was crying but keeping still. I had never at any moment intended to rape her; I didn't desire her]. (1991: 7)