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"Devoid of passion, either for a thing, a person, or an idea, incapable or unwilling to reveal himself under any circunstance, he had managed to keep himself at a distance from life, to avoid immersion in the quick of things. He ate, he went to work, he had friends, he played tennis, and yet for all that he was not there. In the deepest, most unalterable sense, he was an invisible man. Invisible to others, and most likely invisible to himself as well."
Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude, p. 7