"Surely my own story is also contained in this pattern of cards, my past, present, and future, but I can no longer distinguish it from the others. The forest, the castle, the tarots have brought me to this point, where i have lost my story, confused it in the dust of tales, become freed of it. What is left me is only the manic determination to complete, to clonclude, to make the sums work out. I still have to cover two sides of teh quadrangle in the opposite direction, and I advance only out of punctilio, so as not to leave things half-done."
- Italo Calvino, "The Castle of Crossed Destinies" (translated by William Weaver)
Friday, 30 July 2010
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