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History would pass over Mrs. Colombo like a tractor, and she would not notice, would not care. What she truly, incessantly lamented was the depletion of man, in whatever form or substance… That cities were razed to the ground, that mothers were ravished in dark rooms, that babies perished for lack of milk only signified (to her) that men were killing each other senselessly, selfishly. No sect could be so sublime, no philosophy so enlightening, no administration so just that could ever again remedy the loss of essence. After the demise of Architect Elan, her one last link to any branch of formal constructiveness, Mrs. Colombo just retired from ideas.
— About the one-breasted, lovelorn boardinghouse matron Tira Colombo, in Wilfrido Nolledo’s strange, vicious, surrealist memoir of the human mind in wartime occupation, But For The Lovers.