For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.

But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

I work only with lost and founds.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.