It was hard to imagine that there could be any coming out of the hall of mirrors that was embodiment in a social being. Every feeling was doubled and redoubled, refracted through a myriad of lenses which themselves only existed as mirror images. This included the most subtle of inner touches by which he came to recognise himself as well as the most elaborated constructions of thought. As long as there was any kind of meaning there was an excess of meanings, and the presumption that was inherent in each of them was that they were shared somewhere, or had their true centre elsewhere, locations already registered, imagined, known without being known, like New York or Paris. Every phenomenon belonging to meaning as a concrete transform had its equivalent as an ontology, and entailed its expansion as a fable belonging to the beings it introduced. All of this was oppressive and he often felt persecuted and therefore justified in seeking escape. But how could he know which way led out when the only clues he could draw on were found by orienting himself in relation to others? And when escape itself was one of the commonest threads in the fables?