Silences
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| "Where the Light Comes In" |
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There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different
thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is
different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a
rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the
silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a
certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately
used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has
answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence
can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair
may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have
been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its
quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.
Beryl Markham "West with the Night"
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