Long Long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler unifying all of a divided country-so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined my palm. Great things, she said, are ahead of you, or perhaps behind of you; it is difficult to be sure. And yet, she added, what is the difference? Right now you are a child holding hands with a fortune-teller. All the rest is hypothesis and dream.
Louise Gluck
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