November 2010
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“Louis and Neville,” said Bernard, “both sit silent… . Both feel the presence of other people as a separating wall. But if I find myself in company with other people, words at once make smoke rings … . I do not believe in separation. We are not single.”
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You should never be ashamed of things like that, I...
silence starts to speak
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“Diane, I hope that you will not mind that I address these tapes to you even when it is clear that I am talking to myself. The knowledge that someone of your insight is standing behind me is comforting.”
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while the smoke from your second cigarette freezes and crystallizes in mid air, black in colour, it condenses on your lips, flowing quickly down under your chin and out of sight.
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but I was weak and backsliding,
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