Quotes from Alessandro Boffa

So there we were on that ice floe, just the two of us, adrift in the polar night. Viskovitz turned and said, I'd like you to get our conversation down in black and white. It's not possible, I answered. I'm not a typist. I'm not a writer. I'm a penguin. As far as I'm concerned 'getting it down in black and white' means making more penguins. So instead, there I was a month later, standing still with an egg under my belly, remembering... I was the one who had brought up the subject.

It wasn't easy to develop a healthy personality when the canals of your flagellate chambers were held in common with an invaginated mother, incestuous sisters and a bisexual father. When the only anatomical features on which you could construct an identity were the gastral cavity and the aperture of your osculum. The tragedy of being a vegetable was that you couldn't commit suicide. The advantage of being a sponge was that you could drown your sorrows.

Passionate impulses are not for mollusks, especially us snails. I had rashes on my squamae, and my mesenchyma was in pieces. With the end of the reproductive season, the hormonal levels had dropped, and the romantic agitations had dropped with them. Youth had vanished, and my mucus was drying up.

È stato allora che ho perso le mie ultime certezze. Ed è lì che ho finalmente trovato me stesso. Ma non l'ho riconosciuto. - Viscovitz camaleonte, p.106

The next day I discovered that my stupid ex-girlfriend Lara had the same wounds, and so did my sickly and repressed deskmate Jana. They were the same chameleon! It was then I lost my last certainties. And it is there that I finally found myself. But I didn't recognize me.