Victor Hugo,
Les Misérables — Volume 2, Book Seventh…
“ Do they love? No. Do they live? No. Their nerves have turned to bone; their bones have turned to stone. Their veil is of woven night. Their breath under their veil resembles the indescribably tragic respiration of death. The abbess, a spectre, sanctifies them and terrifies them. The immaculate one is there, and very fierce. Such are the ancient monasteries of Spain. Liars of terrible devotion, caverns of virgins, ferocious places.Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, above all others, the Catholic convent. ”
