The Eagle's Throne

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You are going to think badly of me. You are going to say I’m a capricious woman. And you’ll be right. But who would have guessed that things could change so radically overnight? Yesterday, when I first met you, I told you, When it comes to politics, never put anything in writing. Today, I have no other way of communicating with you. That should give you an idea of how dire the situation has become. .

You will say that your interest in me — the interest you showed the minute we laid eyes on each other in the vestibule outside the interior secretary’s office — is not political. It’s romantic interest, perhaps physical attraction, or maybe even just simple human affection. You must know at once, Nicolás Valdivia, that with me everything is political, even sex. You may be shocked by this kind of professional voracity. But there’s no changing it. I’m forty-five now, and ever since the age of twenty-two I’ve arranged my life around a single purpose: to be, to shape, to eat, to dream, to savor, and to suffer politics. That is my nature. My vocation. Don’t think this means I’ve had to put aside what I like as a woman, my sexual pleasure, my desire to make love to a young, handsome man — like you. .

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