“With my hand on the knob, I looked at him. Then I wanted to beg him to forgive me. But this would have been too great a confession; any yielding in that moment would have locked me forever in that room with him. And in a way this was exactly what I wanted. I felt a tremor go through me, like the beginnings of an earthquake, and felt, for an instant, that I was drowning in his eyes.”
―
James Baldwin,
Giovanni's Room
