Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

—Bueno, no creo que su intención sea que siempre comprendamos su mensaje. Creo que a veces solo tenemos que tener fe —razoné.

Here, for whatever reason, is the world. And here it stays. With me on it.

What was astonishing to him was how people seemed to run out of their own being, run out of whatever the stuff was that made them who they were and, drained of themselves, turn into the sort of people they would once have felt sorry for.

Written By Philip Roth

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