Was it really my own, that image glimpsed in a flash? Am I really like that, from the outside, when – all the while living – I do not think of myself? For others, then, I am that stranger whom I surprised in a mirror; I am he and not the I whom I know; I am that one there whom I myself at first, upon becoming aware of him, did not recognize. I am that stranger whom I am unable to see living except like that, in a thoughtless second. A stranger whom others alone can see and know, not I.
-Luigi Pirandello
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