Luigi Pirandello

I could be to myself any individual whatever, but not to others

how could it be mine, then, when it so obviously came to me from him

but rather, as a being that was wholly strange to me, in that reality which, as I now beheld him

under a form in which they surely would not recognize themselves

For that Gengè of hers existed, while I for her did not exist at all, never had existed

I began to do, by way of discovering all those other Moscardas that went on living in my nearest acquaintances, and with the object of destroying them one by one.

But what about conditioning circumstances? I mean, those conditions affecting me that did not depend upon me. The determining conditions outside me, beyond any will of my own?

Factual data, you say. And would you go on to deduce from it the reality that is mine?

Have we not already seen that there is not even one for each of us, since our own inner reality is constantly changing!

there by any chance a sole reality, one for all? Have we not already seen that there is not even one for each of us, since our own inner reality is constantly changing!