It was not you who ate the idea, but the idea that ate you.

“I don't want to understand anything now. I want to stick to the fact. I made up…”

“Quelli non erano i suoni d'un violino; pareva bensì che una voce tremenda avess…”

“But in the end I'd marry her to the one she herself loved. To a father, the man…”

“You see I kept asking myself then: why am I so stupid that if others are stupid…”