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Don't throw away the ad-
vantages of your position, of your background. .
." And the sorcerer went on, dangling a rattle before me, as they
had done when I was a child in order to make me walk.

I received the letter in Venice, which, for me, was still redolent
with Byron's verses. I was immersed in a dream, living in the past,
thinking of Venice as the Serene Republic of the Renaissance.

I, who had thought of going to
meet death, did not dare to face it when it came to meet me.

Soon after, I felt myself being transformed into St. Thomas'
Sunrma Theologica, printed in one volume and bound in morocco
with engravings and a silver lock—an idea that gave my body the
most rigid immobility; and I still remember that, as my hands
were the two overlapping parts that locked, I crossed them on my
chest, and someone (Virgilia, doubtless) uncrossed them because
they gave me the appearance of a corpse.

BeUeve me, remembrance is the lesser evil. Let no one trust the
happiness of the moment; there is in it a drop of gall. When time
has gone by and the spasm has ended, then, if ever, one can truly
enjoy the event; for, of these tu^o illusions, the better is the one
that can be experienced without pain.

I think I disagree

this book looks promisingly witty

“Why is it that quite often even the things which are correct just don’t seem to be right?”

imagine a world where you gradually get more and more energy during the day then have to sleep to get more tired

imagine a world where you gradually get more and more energy during the day then have to sleep to get more tired