When she looked into his eyes she thought he could be the same person. When I looked into his eyes I thought I saw recognition. Now I know. You fake it. If you think you’re supposed to recognize somebody you, you just pretend. You bluff it to get a pat on the head from the doctors. You bluff it to seem less like a freak.
The world is always satisfied, it turns out with a countenance it can understand. Indolence and cowardice do the rest. Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence.
– A Happy Death by Albert Camus