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<"Sometimes I think that I am a little girl in a huge auditorium, and although I can't see the lecturer, I can clearly hear his voice, and I pick up a paper and a pen. "Oh, no, I don't attribute any special gift or talent to myself, and I always tell everyone that I don't actually write, but only write down what the Invisible Lecturer dictates to me, who rules this whole ball under the name of 'Poetry'. Bah! It's not even poetry, it's probably the state of mind of the Great Speaker, to whom I am an eternal slave... .