"The only existence that anything (including myself) has for me, is poetical – I restore to this word its full significance. It seems to me sometimes that I do not really exist, but that I merely imagine I exist. The thing that I have the greatest difficulty in believing in, is my own reality. I am constantly getting outside myself, and as I watch myself act I cannot understand how a person who acts is the same as the person who is watching him act, and who wonders in astonishment and doubt how he can be an actor and a watcher at the same moment..."
- Andre Gide, Les Faux-Monnayers (1925)
Image: a scene from Dickens' Tavistock House Twelfth Night production of "The Frozen Deep", Illustrated London News (1857)
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