"I did my humanly possible best to forget, I broke my molars trying to concentrate all my thoughts on the scene. But Wagner's prodigious score, that scream of sickening passion, kindled into a living flame what I wanted to forget... In the second or third act I could take no more and turned my head away. She, too, was suffering from Wagner's suggestion, and she was looking at me... Inés! My life! For half a minute her mouth, her hands, were under my mouth, my eyes, and during that time she concentrated in her pallor the sensation of that bliss dead for ten years". (Horacio Quiroga, La Muerte de Isolda). -