Elizabeth

“Maybe truth is just like that. You can see it, but only out of the corner of your eye.

Adele never demands of him any actual conversation. She seems to understand that she is there to keep time and drown out the alarm of more individuated noises. The clink of a pin drop that can fray his nerves, the grinding of gravel beneath the weight of a man on the street, the spike of a dulled conversation as a couple pass beneath his window over Langegasse, the mounting pitch of the conspiratorial exchange as they approach.”
― Janna Levin, A Madman Dreams of Turing Machines