Huh. I just discovered Ernesto R. Sábato, whom it looks like I need to read.
"Existence, as with the character in _Nausea_, appeared to me like an insensate, gigantic and gelatinous labyrinth; and like him, I felt anxiety of a pure order, of a structure of polished steel, sharp and strong. I had already felt it like that in my adolescence, when I hurried towards mathematics, and now the phenomenon repeated itself, although with more force and desperation.