I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

You smile. No, it is not fatal.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?