“I know what you mean. No, that’s a feeble thing to say. It’s a much more powerful coincidence than that. That’s what I think about, when I’m alone. How good it would be to have nothing. How good it would be to desire nothing. And the same image. An empty bed in an empty room. White.” “White.” “Exactly the same.” “How strange.” “Maybe we’re symptomatic of whole flocks of exhausted scholars and theorists. Or maybe it’s just us.”
