Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

La vida sería mucho más agradable si uno pudiera llevarse a donde quiera que fuera, los sabores y olores de la casa materna.

we’re both crazy, like those who first invented love.

To die for one&#39;s country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

Written By Pierre Corneille

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