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How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
The novel is a mirror walking along a main road.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.