"Early on, I learned to disguise my self in words which really were clouds. The gift of perceiving similarities is, in fact, nothing of a weak remnant of the old compulsion to become similar and to behave mimetically. In me, however, this compulsion acted through words. Not those that made me similar to models of good breeding, but those that made me similar to dwelling places, furniture, clothes.
W.B- Berlin Childhood around 1900.
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