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“Lo sguardo delle donne assomiglia a certi congegni tranquilli in apparenza ma formidabili. Vi si passa vicino tutti i giorni pacificamente e impunemente, senza dubitare di nulla. Viene il momento in cui ci si dimentica anche che quella cosa è là. Si va, si viene, si sogna, si parla, si ride. A un tratto ci si sente presi! E' finita. Il congegno vi ha preso, lo sguardo vi ha catturato. Vi ha preso, non importa dove, né come, per una parte qualsiasi del vostro pensiero, per una distrazione. Un concatenamento di forze misteriose si impadronisce di voi. Vi dibattete invano. Non ci sono più soccorsi umani possibili. Cadete di ingranaggio in ingranaggio, di angoscia in angoscia, di tortura in tortura, voi, il vostro spirito, le vostre fortune, il vostro avvenire, l'anima vostra; e, a seconda che siate in potere di una creatura cattiva o di un nobile cuore, non uscirete da quella spaventosa macchina che sfigurato dalla vergogna o trasfigurato dalla passione.”

“He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”

“The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of anything. A moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there. You go and come, dream, speak, laugh. All at once you feel yourself clutched; all is over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought which is fluttering loose, by some distraction which had attacked you. You are lost. The whole of you passes into it. A chain of mysterious forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human succor is possible. You go on falling from gearing to gearing, from agony to agony, from torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, your future, your soul; and, according to whether you are in the power of a wicked creature, or of a noble heart, you will not escape from this terrifying machine otherwise than disfigured with shame, or transfigured by passion.”

“When we feel betrayed by the vagaries of life, and our wet dreams turn out to be nightmares, let us keep eyes wide open and look for the sparks in the glance of the people. They not only can share a shard of oxytocin but also inspire us to appreciate the fragrance of the ordinary things we have ignored for so long. (“A handful of dust”)”