Borges said that every writer chooses his precursors.
An elegant way to mark the custom, frequent among artists, of decorating themselves with the showy dead.
There are many more who claim to be influenced by Joyce or Proust than by Danielle Steel or Dan Brown.
Nothing to say.
They are things of the artists.
Of course, as long as we do not take the background of the boast very seriously.
Nobody decides who precedes him for the same reason that nobody chooses his parents.
The inexorable arrow of time.
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