El buque fantasma

Roland Barthes, Fragmentos de un discurso amoroso

ERRABUNDEO. Aunque todo amor sea vivido como único y aunque el sujeto rechace la idea de repetirlo más tarde en otra parte, sorprende a veces en él una suerte de difusión del deseo amoroso; comprende entonces que está condenado a errar hasta la muerte de amor en amor.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden

I only know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, of thoughts and affections; and am sensible of a certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it; and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned. This doubleness may easily make us poor neighbors and friends sometimes...