Lamb of God, who taketh away the sins of the world, have mercy on us …
They used to say why in the middle of a sentence, caesural, interruptive with wonder, like: When I was a young man, why, I felt pretty happy. The Why took its place at the crux. Like the zero that always severs the positive and negative integers, like Moses at the Red Sea, astride what he sunders.
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[He who knows the geography of feelings]
By Tahar Ben Jelloun, translated by Georges Borchardt
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