" ...Troy itself was disappointingly small. Like little more than your ordinary city block and a few stories in height, practically.
Although now that I remember, everything in William Shakespeare's house at Stratford-on-Avon was astonishingly tiny, too. As if only imaginary people had lived there then.
Or perhaps it is only the past itself, which is always smaller than one had believed. "

― David Markson , Wittgenstein's Mistress