“So! assumed a double part, and cried And heard another's voice cry: ʻWhat! are you here? Although we were not. I was still the same, Knowing myself yet being someone other — And he a face still forming; yet the words sufficed To compel the recognition they preceded. And so, compliant to the common wind, Too strange to each other for misunderstanding...” T. S. Eliot, ʻLittle Gidding'