"I was preoccupied with picturing his life; I had embarked on the task of imagining him, and the effort had brought out a sweat on me.  For I had to make him up as you would make up a dead man for whom no evidence and no remains exist, one who has to be constituted entirely within yourself."—from Rainer Maria Rilke (Michael Hulse, Trans.) in The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, Penguin Books, 1910, 2009, p.134