The links between a person and we exist only in thought. Memory, nell'affievolirsi them loose, and, despite the illusion that we would like to be the victims, and with which, for love, for friendship, politeness, respect for human duty, deceive the other, we live alone. Man is the being who can not get out by himself, he does not know the others if not himself, and that, if he says otherwise, lie.
M. Proust's "In Search of Lost Time"
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