You must have sensed these lines: “He does not defend himself, but he is defended by an entire past of silence and solitude—a solitude more real than that of living alone.” This past silence still makes me believe that in speaking I do not say enough. I only rely on your divinations. Sometimes, you know, I felt dizzy as I leaned over your silences because I divined not specific facts, but universes, distances, vast regions, infinity, the immeasurable.
