Between us there was neither love itself nor the fiction of love; I sensed in her an intensity that was utterly unlike the intensity of eroticism, and I feared it. In order to forge an intimacy with women, one often tells them about true or apocryphal things that happened in ones youth; I must have told her at some point about my horror of mirrors, and so in 1928 I must have planted the hallucination that was to flower in 1931. Now I have just learnt that she has gone insane, and that in her room all the mirrors are covered, because she sees my reflection in them - usurping her own - and she trembles and caannot speak, and says that I am magically following her, watching her, stalking her. - Covered Mirrors (Borges)
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