we look at something and our gaze is like a fine wire or taut thread with two supports- one being the eye and the other what it sees, and there's some great support structure for every second that passes; but at this particular second, on the contrary, it is rather as though something painfully sweet were pulling our eye-beams apart.
-robert musil, from "the man without qualities"
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