Undercurrent
“The water heaving gently and the mewling of seagulls. A HOT summer on the beach.
Someone took the shawl and someone gave it back. There are strange courtesies in this place and more tolerance than I could ever have believed, just as there are features of my own behaviour I could never have believed either. Although I do have a certain status, I have had to give up any illusion of being in control, and I have to limit talking, making this a substitute. It is my chance to rationalize. At leas...t I'm alone in my own room.
My father taught me a command of words but being articulate can be treacherous.
There is always the point when one might say too much.
If I told them everything, they would hear a noise of words, but they would not listen. I see their point entirely; I can't even find it in myself to resent it. Why should anyone listen when guilt makes us produce such a tissue of lies? Whatever we say in here is far more likely to be lies than truth.MoreLess
Someone took the shawl and someone gave it back. There are strange courtesies in this place and more tolerance than I could ever have believed, just as there are features of my own behaviour I could never have believed either. Although I do have a certain status, I have had to give up any illusion of being in control, and I have to limit talking, making this a substitute. It is my chance to rationalize. At leas...t I'm alone in my own room.
My father taught me a command of words but being articulate can be treacherous.
There is always the point when one might say too much.
If I told them everything, they would hear a noise of words, but they would not listen. I see their point entirely; I can't even find it in myself to resent it. Why should anyone listen when guilt makes us produce such a tissue of lies? Whatever we say in here is far more likely to be lies than truth.MoreLess
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