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When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.

Pandora’s Box, G. W. Pabst.

The Erythraean Sibyl (detail from the Sistine Chapel ceiling), Michelangelo, 1508-1512.

The Erythraean Sibyl (detail from the Sistine Chapel ceiling), Michelangelo, 1508-1512.

Rififi, Jules Dassin, 1955.

Françoise Hardy by Jean-Marie Périer.

You are invulnerable. Have they not granted you,
those powers that preordain your destiny,
the certainty of dust? Is not your time
as irreversible as that same river
where Heraclitus, mirrored, saw the symbol
of fleeting life? A marble slab awaits you
which you will not read — on it, already written,
the date, the city, and the epitaph.
Other men too are only dreams of time,
not indestructible bronze or burnished gold;
the universe is, like you, a Proteus.
Dark, you will enter the darkness that awaits you,
doomed to the limits of your traveled time.
Know that in some sense you are already dead.

To Whoever is Reading Me, Jorge Luis Borges (trans. by Alastair Reid)

The Temptation of St. Anthony (Details), Hieronymus Bosch, 1490.

(Source: bibliokept.org)