There are magic moments, involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement, that produce visions of people known in the past. As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abbé de Bucquoy, there are also visions of books as yet unwritten. The Name of The Rose
The world has raised its whip; where will it descend? Mrs. Dalloway
To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease. Notes from Underground
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. Never Give In!
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