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But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) British novelist and essayist.

The terrible fluidity of self-revelation.

Henry James (1843-1916) American author.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) American poet, critic and editor.