Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

Banality is sometimes striking.

In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

When a woman drinks it's as if an animal were drinking, or a child. Alcoholism is scandalous in a woman, and a female alcoholic is rare, a serious matter. It's a slur on the divine in our nature.

Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens.