An Idiom They Share With No Other
Thursday July 15, 2010
And such is the fate of lovers who touch each other with words, whose contact with each other is made of words, and who can thus repeat themselves without end, marveling at the utterly banal, because their speech is not a language, but an idiom they share with no other, and because each gazes at themselves in the other’s gaze in a redoubling which goes from mirage to admiration.
~Maurice Blanchot
The Writing of the Disaster (Trans. Ann Smock) ~ Lincoln : U of Nebraska P, 1995 / pgs 127-8
