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Loving makes blind and even weak: heart torment and stubbornness of love without being reciprocated, winds up in the pages of this novel as a poison that makes the soul sick, a little at a time.
Women are often wicked creatures and their cash greed often reveals to those who love them for what they are: whores that do not love anyone and use men as survival tools.

This happened at the time of the author: today the roles have reversed and the women are used and thrown away by men, with the same ease with which they change a shirt.