“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
- W.B.Yeats, ‘He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’ (1899)
“Si vous êtes pris dans le rêve de l’autre, vous êtez foutu.”
- G.Deleuze (1987)
The joy of comparison.
