The Tunnel by Ernesto Sábato:
He sat down again at his desk, shuffled through some papers in a drawer, and finally handed me a letter written in English. I looked at it for the sake of courtesy.
‘I can’t read English,’ I explained
‘This is a letter from Chicago. It vouches for the fact that we are the only society of psychoanalysts in all Argentina.’
My face registered admiration and profound respect.