The literature of this other world was atrocious.
So, I plagiarized.
Don Quixote, Anna Karenina, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Metamorphosis… I thought that unraveling the literature of the original world would advance the literature of this other world.
“Those who dream and those who do not, who really is the mad one?”
“To live or to die, that is the question.”
“No matter how fatal the mistake, it is different from a sin.”
But then, people began to immerse themselves too deeply in the novels I plagiarized.
Can’t a novel just be seen as a novel…?
