“È cosa vana distogliersi dal passato per pensare soltanto all’avvenire. È una illusione pericolosa pensare soltanto che sia possibile. L’opposizione tra avvenire e passato è assurda”.
“Memory’s images, once they are fixed in words, are erased,” Polo said. “Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.”
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
W. Somerset Maugham