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  • All the stories I would like to write persecute me. When I am in my chamber, it seems as if they are all around me, like little devils, and while one tugs at my ear, another tweaks my nose, and each says to me, 'Sir, write me, I am beautiful.

    Umberto Eco (2006). “The Island of the Day Before”, p.94, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt