Learning Another Language Is Like Becoming Another

I Realize Full Well How Hard It Must Be To Go On Living Alone In A Place From Which Someone Has Left You, But There Is Nothing So Cruel In This World As The Desolation Of Having Nothing To Hope For.

Certain Kinds Of Knowledge Rob People Of Their Sleep.

Time Moves In It Special Way In The Middle Of The Night.

The Honour Of Physical Decline Is Waiting, And You Have To Get Used To That Reality.

And It Was The Kind Of Thing That Loses The Most Important Nuances When Reduced To Words. He Had Never Told Anyone About It, And He Probably Never Would.