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invisible man / ralph ellison

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Prologue

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids -- and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination -- indeed, everything and anything except me.

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sentences handkerchief mouse

your napkin is too little: let it alone

The scene in which Desdemona loses the precious handkerchief that is to testify so fatally against her is given thus in the Folio:

Oth: I have a pain upon my forehead, heere

Des: Why that's with watching, 'twill away againe.
Let me but binde it hard, within this houre
It will be well.

Oth: Your napkin is too little,
Let it alone: Come Ile go in with you

Exit

Des: I am very sorry that you are not well.

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virgin of the disempowered

la Virgen de los Desamparados es la Virgen de Valencia, Espana.

Mare de Deu dels Folls, Innocents i Desamparats (Our Lady of the Lunatics, Insane and Forsaken)

Ovid Tristia Ex Ponto [Ex Mr. Wells]

Go! but go unadorned, as becomes the book of an exile; in your misfortune bear the garb that befits these days of mine. You shall have no cover dyed with the juice of purple berries - no fit colour is that for mourning; your title shall not be tinged with vermillion nor your paper with oil of cedar; you shall wear no white bosses on your dark edges. Books of good omen should be decked with such things as these; 'tis my fate that you should bear in mind. Let no brittle pumice polish your two edges; I would have you appear with locks all rough and disordered. Be not ashamed of blots; he who sees them will feel that they were caused by my tears.