‘And then I was struck by an invisible thunderbolt – a beam, a blow, a billow, an electric shock, whatever – coming straight from the cosmos. It nearly knocked me back into the mud – it cleft me down the middle like an axe splitting a block of wood. It didn’t hurt or frighten me. I almost laughed. It was as if I had been charged with an energy I’d never known before, a creative power that nearly burst my brain. Were flames coming from my nostrils? I didn’t know. I knew only this: that suddenly there were two of me standing down there in the pit. The old Ovidios in his tattered rags and the new Ovidios you see before you. I had only to decide which one I wanted to be from then on.’ (The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books, Walter Moers.) - Decide. -
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