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Dedication

To Olivia,

Marianna,

Cristiana,

Francesca,

and Antonella

Epigraph

But after reading a chapter or two a shadow seemed to lie across the page. It was a straight dark bar, a shadow shaped something like the letter “I.” One began dodging this way and that to catch a glimpse of the landscape behind it. Whether that was indeed a tree or a woman walking I was not quite sure. Back one was always hailed to the letter “I.” One began to be tired of “I.” Not but what this “I” was a most respectable “I”; honest and logical; as hard as a nut, and polished for centuries by good teaching and good feeding. I respect and admire that “I” from the bottom of my heart. But—here I turned a page or two, looking for something or other—the worst of it is that in the shadow of the letter “I” all is shapeless as mist. Is that a tree? No, it is a woman. But … she has not a bone in her body, I thought, watching Phoebe, for that was her name, coming across the beach. Then Alan got up and the shadow of Alan at once obliterated Phoebe. For Alan had views and Phoebe was quenched in the flood of his views.

—VIRGINIA WOOLF,
A Room of One’s Own

Eleonora

Now the end has come and I am filled with sorrow that our ways must part: the path I would rather take is the one that leads to life.

—MURASAKI SHIKIBU,
The Tale of Genji
(trans. Royall Tyler)