“Beginning a year ago, from time to time it seemed to him that when reading he met other readers inside the given text. And from time to time, only now and then but more and more vividly, he would later recall those other, mostly unknown people who had been reading at the same time as he. He remembered some of the details as if he had really lived them. Lived them with all his senses. Naturally, he had never confided this to anyone. They would have thought him mad. Or at best a little unhinged. Truth be told, when he seriously considered all these extraordinary matters, he himself came to the conclusion that he was teetering dangerously on the brink of a very unsound mind. Or did it all appear to him thus from too much literature and too little life?!”
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