We have King Lear: and it is immortal.
Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet, and I am you, and what I see is me …
Echoes (via shentoncarrington)
Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveller recognises the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.
Italo Calvino - Invisible Cities
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