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I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

Julio Cortazar (2016). “Hopscotch, Blow-Up, We Love Glenda So Much”, p.53, Everyman's Library
I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.