Mujeres

(...) men look from the outside to women. We live with them, we love them, we flatter them, we tolerate and we use them. We think we know them, but in reality, we do not know anything. Absolutely nothing. Until any day, in Okučani or wherever, we force them to take the shotgun and fight. And then your blood freezes.
From Arturo Pérez-Reverte: "Mujeres" [Patente de Corso]