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Sunday, April 25, 2010


I am cured, signori, because I know perfectly that I play the madman, and I do it here, quietly. Your trouble is that you live your madness in great agitation, without understanding it or recognizing it.

-- Henry, in Luigi Pirandello's Maschere Nude.

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