La Signora looked into his eyes, as she had done before, but this time Bianchi looked back and lost himself in a bright wilderness: a forest filled with glowing, shifting shadows, where nothing threatened, but nothing he knew applied, nothing he recognized held its shape for long. He felt himself altering, amending, as he wandered there--for how long?--until he had to make himself return while there was still a himself to command. And that is why men hunt unicorns, and why they will always kill them when they capture them. Not the beauty, not the magic of the horn . . . because of what lives and waits in the eyes. Finally I understand.
by Peter S. Beagle
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In Peter S. Beagle's "In Calabria," the character Bianchi experiences a transformative moment when he locks eyes with La Signora. This connection draws him into an enchanting mental landscape filled with shifting shadows that symbolize profound change. He realizes that this place is freeing yet alienating, causing him to question his own identity and the essence of his being. He senses a shift within himself and understands the difficulty of returning to his previous state.

The narrative conveys a deep symbolic meaning behind the act of hunting unicorns. It suggests that men pursue these mythical creatures not merely for their beauty or magic but because they reflect something essential and primal within themselves. The desire to capture a unicorn is tied to the act of confronting one's own nature and the fear of losing oneself in the pursuit of the unattainable. Ultimately, Bianchi discovers that this deep connection lies within a shared understanding of life's mysteries that provoke both wonder and fear.

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