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the things that I am obliged to do all day long

A parenthesis. Yes, another. The things that I am obliged to do all day long, I do not speak of them; the beastlinesses that I have to serve up all day long as food for this black spider on its tripod, which eats and is never filled, I do not speak of them; beastlinesses incarnate in these actors a…

—p.90 Shoot!: The Notebooks of Serafino Gubbio, Cinematograph Operator Shoot! (1) by Luigi Pirandello
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and yet I too had a mouth to speak with

No one had uttered a word to me; I had been barely introduced, named as a dog might be; I had not opened my mouth; I remained silent....

I noticed that my silent presence, the necessity for which she failed to see, but which impressed her, nevertheless, as being mysteriously necessary, was begin…

—p.88 Shoot! (1) by Luigi Pirandello
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a profound emotion swept over us all

A catcall or two came from the workmen who had crowded in behind us, followed by laughter and comments, while he tuned his violin; but a great silence fell as soon as he began to play, at first a little uncertainly, hesitating, as though he felt hurt by the sound of his instrument which he had not …

—p.74 Shoot! (1) by Luigi Pirandello
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where everything else is a sham

I spoke to her of the tiger, of the feelings which its presence in this place and the fate in store for it aroused in me; but I at once became aware that she was not in a position to understand me, not perhaps because she was incapable of doing so, but because the relations that have grown up betwe…

—p.65 Shoot! (1) by Luigi Pirandello
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I am unable either to hate or to love anyone

The Nestoroff feels for me, like all her fellow-artists, an almost instinctive aversion. I do not reciprocate it in any way because I do not spend my time with her, except when I am in the service of my machine, and then, as I turn the handle, I am what I am supposed to be, that is to say perfectly…

—p.38 Shoot! (1) by Luigi Pirandello