"I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame."

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The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.

— Adolfo Bioy Casares