Bajo la máscara, un hombre

Dice Nietzsche: "A todo lo profundo le gustan las máscaras... todo espíritu profundo necesita una máscara. Diré más: en torno de todo espíritu profundo crece y se expande constantemente una máscara". ¿Dónde termina, entonces, la persona y empieza el prósopon? ¿Dónde la persona y dónde el personaje? Sigo pensando que la respuesta gira en torno a las llamadas filosofías de la narración: de Heidegger en adelante. Pero señalar a la persona detrás de la máscara... Esto es de Leroux:

Ah, I frighten you, do I?... I daresay!... Perhaps you think that I have another mask, eh, and that this... this... my head is a mask? Well, tear it off as you did the other! Come! Come along! I insist! Your hands! Your hands! Give me your hands!'

And he seized my hands and dug them into his awful face. He tore his flesh with my nails, tore his terrible dead flesh with my nails!...

`Know, know that I am built up of death from head to foot and that it is a corpse that loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!... Look, I am not laughing now, I am crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!... [...] Why did you want to see me? Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!... When my own father never saw me and when my mother, so as not to see me, made me a present of my first mask!'

Quizá toda persona es una máscara, y quizá es su arte lo único capaz de descubrirla.