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There is really no space that is not, to some extent, imagined. Even at home, the deepest and most real of the places he knows, he often thinks there is a book lying around which he cannot find, which he has in fact never purchased. This is not forgetfulness but the impetuousness of memory, the self-assurance that conjures and then convinces.
Do you think you can discuss my motivations, Historian? All that is known to you is what has happened. But what could have happened and did not happen... what might have happened but did not... and what I saw as essential that I must prevent from happening... what do you know of that?
You can comment on the deeds of people, yes, those are the things that have come to pass. But you, who have no inkling of what I went through in every event... how dare you discuss my motivations, Historian! What temerity!
