Extraits

Je me plais dans l'obscurité.

Chaque soir, j'attends l'extinction des feux, afin qu'il ne reste que la douce lumière du bassin central. Ce n'est pas parfait, mais c'est mieux que rien.

Une quasi-obscurité, celle que l'on trouve dans la mer, à mi-profondeur. C'est là que je vivais avant d'être capturé et emprisonné. Je ne m'en souviens pas, mais je ressens encore la saveur des courants indomptés au sein des eux vastes et froides. J'ai l'obscurité dans le sang.

“Humans. For the most part, you are dull and blundering. But occasionally, you can be remarkably bright creatures.”

“Why can humans not use their millions of words to simply tell one another what they desire?”

“Humans are the only species who subvert truth for their own entertainment. They call them jokes. Sometimes puns.”

“It seems to be a hallmark of the human species: abysmal communication skills. Not that any other species are much better, mind you, but even a herring can tell which way the school it belongs to is turning and follow accordingly. Why can humans not use their millions of words to simply tell one another what they desire?”

“Tova knew there was a bottom to those depths of despair. Once your soul was soaked through with grief, any more simply ran off, overflowed, the way maple syrup on Saturday morning pancakes always cascaded onto the table whenever Erik was allowed to pour it on himself.”