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The only book I want to read at bars and cafes and on park benches and beneath dim lights and in the centre of the hum of conversation because I am completely absorbed by the language and ideas.

Our language, this language that only you and I speak and that nobody has spoken before and that nobody will ever speak again because it's ours and ours alone, is invented every day with one single aim, to weld together the hemispheres of our souls.
- she says.
And Creation's first visible animal appears.
- he says.

Dust, with all its smells, flavour and texture, is made of the union of excretions and silence. But, inside these newmade motes, there will again be silence, and more of it, a scandalous lack of sound that mysticism seeks to recycle and explain by inventing the presence of a mute, surreptitious god, a divinity that never speaks to us but nonetheless somehow demands that we explain ourselves.