“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'
Tá com um quê de estátua, ele.
"É doce encostar na parede e ficar de boa." :-)