That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.

“Amondó vagyok, egy város nem is város könyvesbolt nélkül. Lehet, hogy városnak …”

“It's like one of those dreams that changes you. You keep some of the dream fore…”

“I'm a mother," said her mother, in her foodless flat where the dust did not dar…”

“Does that change things?” asked the old man. “MaybeAnansi’s just some guy from …”