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“Solitude is never where you are; it is always where you are not, and is only possible with a stranger present; whatever the place or whoever the person, it must be one that is wholly ignorant concerning you, and concerning which or whom you are equally ignorant, so that will and sensation remain suspended and confused in an anxious uncertainty, while with the ceasing of all affirmation on your part, your own inner consciousness ceases at the same time. True solitude is to be found in a place that lives a life of its own, but which for you holds no familiar footprint, speaks in no known voice, and where accordingly the stranger is yourself.”

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Book:One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand
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Luigi Pirandello
Luigi Pirandello

Luigi Pirandello, born on June 28, 1867, and died on December 10, 1936, was an Italian dramatist. His works are known for their unique style and profound philosophical insights, profoundly influencing 20th-century drama. more

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