There’s a point when you almost give up, X tells me, when things have got as bad as they can, from bad to worse and still worse, from worst to worst, when you know you have to give up, when you’ve nothing left but the urge to express that you’ve nothing left, then lose even that, that’s when you reach the point of no return, he says, which was where I started when I started talking to you, the point where I gave up and had to go on.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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