Wednesday 2 July 2014

...of bereft of speech

- Have you got somewhere to go? he asked.
- No I haven't. What did you make of that performance?
- I don't know what to say. You heard the conversation, and I presume both of us heard the same thing.
- Do you believe... it all happened?
- I suppose I have to.
- I need a drink.
They fell silent. Thinking about the seance (if that ill-used word will serve) was futile though disturbing and yet it was impossible to shout such thoughts out of the head. Somehow Mick saw little benefit in any discussion with Hackett. Hackett's mind was twisted in a knot identical with his own. They were as two tramps who had met in a trackless desert, each hopelessly asking the other the way.

[The Dalkey Archive, O'Brien, F.]

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