Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

“Egyszer majd, tűnődött Marina, az embernek rendbe kell szednie a múltját. Retus…”

“that is his head, containing a brain of a different brand than that of the synt…”

“Unfortunately his urge to write had suddenly petered out and he did not know wh…”

“Не все ли равно какой? Ведь меня нет, — есть только тысячи зеркал, которые меня…”