“I want to know what kind of people I’ve ended up with here.”
“Nobody who isn’t worthy of it. Eterna, the Lover, the President.”
“But you should know, Mr. Author, that I can’t learn any more, and I can’t teach anything to anyone else. Sometimes I’m called Mignon, in Wilhelm Meister…
“But if we have Eterna here, who was called Leonora in Poe; and the one who was called Rebecca in Ivanhoe, and our own Eterna finds herself in Lady Rowena.”
“When will I find my own great novelist?”
“Haven’t you found him here?”
“But look, your novel doesn’t have a ‘hermetic seal,’ but it leads the way to another novel, because I’m a transmigrating character and I arise not from readers’ posterity but out of authors’ posterity.” “Let’s leave it at this: behave yourself for me. For the rest of it, I don’t believe that the authors of the future will be content with used characters, but this isn’t my concern. We have an understanding.”