"For even after I had looked through the gate that has been left ajar, had seen what was on the other side and had succumbed to the temptation of opening the gate itself, I had never imagined that I would find myself, like the heroes of A Thousand and One Nights, confronted by an infinite number of doors, and that every door concealed behind it additional doors. Through the gate of fantasy, I had entered into the tunnels and secret places of the past, and in my imagination the partition between what there is and what was hidden had already fallen. And now I find that what I had imagined to have been only a web woven upon the warp of reality with the woof of fantasy was no longer obedient to its maker, that the net of memory that had been cast had caught the fisherman."
- Arabesques, Anton Shammas
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