All imagination to be sure, I was already on my way, things may have passed quite differently, but who cares how things pass, provided they pass. All those lips that had kissed me, those hearts that had loved me {it is with the heart one loves, is it not, or am I confusing it with something else?}, those hands that had played with mine and those minds that had almost made their own of me! Humans are truly strange.
( Samuel Beckett )
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