…I found myself thinking about happiness, just like that, the happiness possibly hidden under the crusts of filth in that apartment, and when you’re happy or sense that happiness may be imminent you’re not afraid to look at yourself in mirrors, indeed, when you’re happy or feel predestined for happiness, you tend to lower your guard and face up to mirrors, out of curiosity, I guess, or because you’re feeling good in your skin, as the Frenchified citizens of Montevideo used to say (may God grant them some remnant of health).

Amulet, Roberto Bolaño