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“Each of us is various, many people, a prolixity of selves. Which is why the person who disdains his world is not the same as the person who rejoices or suffers because of his world. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people, thinking and feeling differently. . . . And like a diverse but compact multitude, this world of different people that I am projects a unique shadow …”
“My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?”
(Bernardo Soares / Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. Trans. Alfred Mac Adam)
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