“I went off flabbergasted by what I had seen and trying to imagine what tribe of creatures she belonged to, hunting as obviously she did on this sepulchral terrain. Was she a single prostitute who had struck on the brilliant idea of frequenting graveyards and picking up unhappy men still haunted by the loss of a wife or mistress and troubled by the memory of past caresses? Was she unique? Or were there more like her? Was it a professional speciality to work the cemetery like the street? The loved one of those laid to rest! Or was she alone in having conceived the psychologically sound idea of exploiting the feelings of amorous nostalgia awakened in these mournful venues.
I was longing to know whose widow she had chosen to be that day.”
Guy de Maupassant, “Laid to Rest”, b 1850 d 1893.
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