At the age when a Name, offering us an image of the unknowable which we have poured into its mould, while at the same moment it connotes for us also an existing place, forces us accordingly to identify one with the other to such a point that we set out to seek in a city for a soul which it cannot embody but which we have no longer the power to expel from the sound of its name, it is not only to towns and rivers that names give an individuality, as do allegorical paintings, it is not only the physical universe which they pattern with differences, people with marvels, there is the social
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I read and re-read this passage from yesterday many times. Coming back to it today, as our reading for today ends with, “...I should then know what, within it’s glowing amber envelope, her name enclosed in reality, objectively, for other people...”