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And in that head there, motionless and firm, I might put all the thoughts I wished, might kindle the most varied visions, visions such as these: a wood that lies, calm and mysterious, darkening beneath the light of stars ; a lonely roadstead, wrapped in sickly clouds, from which a spectral ship slowly weighs anchor at down ; a city street swarming with life beneath a sparkling shower of sun that kindles faces with purpling gleams and windowpanes, mirrors and the glass front of shops with darting, many-coloured rays of light. Luigi PIRANDELLO One, none and a hundred-thousand

Male Buste. Herculanum, Napoli, 2001

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