THE SWEET-SCENTED NAME
"She's just as bad as everybody here. She cast me into a terrible dream, and I shall never wake out of that dream, and for ever I shall be unable to remember my real name. And I shall never be able to answer truly the question, 'Who am I?'"
Who am I, sent into this world by an unknown will for an unknown end? If I am a slave, then whence have I the power to judge and to condemn, and whence come my lofty desires? If I am more than a slave, then why does all the world around me lie in wickedness, ugliness, and falsehood?
Who am I?
The cruel but still beautiful Turandina laughs at poor Grishka, at his dreams and his vain questionings.
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