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"But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?-- the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world-- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors."
-- Virginia Woolf from Monday or Tuesday, "An Unwritten Novel"
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