The Name of the Rose A Book by Umberto Eco How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths
I don't see a wall "I don't know, really. It's just a sense I have that ever since about the middle of September, we haven't really been communicating. It's like there's a wall between us and you're refusing to acknowledge it's there." "I don't see a wall." "That's what I mean. You're refusing to admit there was ever anything other than this." "Than what?" Alain de Botton, On Love It doesn't look like anything to me