Just see whether it's true or not!
"It was only the test that was terrible. All the rest —Ah, yes, away with it! —even seemed ridiculous, if one looked at it that way: her traipsing off with Quantorzo like that, and my becoming worked up over the gross stupidity of those who believed me to be a usurer.
"And the stab which I had experienced a short while back, which had led to that violent outburst?
"That was all very well. But where was the stab? In me? If I touched myself, if I rubbed my hands together, if I said 'I' —but to whom was I saying it? For whose benefit?
"I was alone. In all the world, I was alone. For myself, I was alone. And in the instantaneous shudder which now shot up to the roots of my hair, I knew eternity and all the frigidity of that infinite solitude.
"To whom was I to say 'I'? Of what use to say 'I,' if one were to be at once caught up into the horror of this infinite void, this infinite solitude?
"Just see whether it's true or not!"
This book not only depicts dramatically, but at the same time demonstrates by what might be termed a mathematic method, the impossibility of any human creature's being to others what he is to himself. If you would like to have an idea of how it is that others see you, so as no longer to have to marvel at the judgments which others pass upon your personality, learn to reflect like the hero of this novel. —LUIGI PIRANDELLO.
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