Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies. — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies. — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies. — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies. — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies. — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

— Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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Though you forget the way to the Temple,There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death y — T.S. Eliot, The Rock
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