To fall silent, yes, silent, is the great ambition that no one achieves not even after death, and I least of all, for I have often told tales and even written reports, more than that, I look and I listen, although now I almost never ask questions. No, I should not tell or hear anything, because I will never be able to prevent it from being repeated or used against me, to ruin me or–worse still–from being repeated against those I love, to condemn them.
16 February 2009 at 09:33
Silence is golden, talk is beholden…or something.