Oh! The silent conformity of those who live when their souls are dead! Oh! The silence of those who are resigned, who walk in the great caravan, and walk, carrying a burden of mystery on their shoulders, never asking how long they must walk, nor where they are going, nor for what reason. Life, the cruel and bloodthirsty captain of the great caravan, lashes us with her whip of hours to force us to carry the burden down the road, and to leave it wherever she says, "here"! (chapter 9)
— TERESA DE LA PARRA