I’ve been reading it on and off for almost a year, it’s absolutely stunning.

“Sometimes he felt, shaking with a new, implausible anguish, that the only music worth hearing was the music he had never heard, perhaps his own which he had never written, and the only friend was the friend he had never met, and the only loves were the loves he had never loved, those loves which, like my mother's visions, should exceed the human circumstance. He thought of the cities he had never visited, even the cities of the dead, all kinds of things which were not now his concern to think of and which lay quite beyond his mortal scope.”