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Nguyen, Mary. 2013. Tôi thấy bạn nhìn thấy tôi. Prague


'O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening.'

Hesse, H. 1930. Narcissus And Goldmund. Berlin: S. Fischer Verlag.



E1: who knows

E2: when it's possible

E3: to do the next one

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