'in fact he was carried away by that mania of the storyteller, who never knows which stories are more beautiful--the ones that really happened and the evocation of which recalls a whole flow of hours past, of petty emotions, boredom, happiness, insecurity, vanity, and self-disgust, or those which are invented, and in which he cuts out a main pattern, and everything seems easy, then begins to vary it as he realizes more and more that he is describing again things that had happened or been understood in lived reality.
cosimo was still at the age when the desire to tell stories makes one want to live more, thinking one has not done enough living to recount, and so off he would go . . . and tell the folk of ombrosa new stories, which originally true, became, as he told them, invented, and from invented, true.'
-- italo calvino, the baron in the trees
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
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