The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Do you guys think Alcina ever met Marlene Dietrich? I mean, they would’ve been contemporaries and given that Alcina was in the show biz and probably visited each Western European country in her early years, they totally would’ve met.
That is what keeps me up these nights