He Was Listening to the Speech of the Everyday
He was listening to the speech of the everyday, grave, idle, saying everything, holding up to each one what he would have liked to say, a speech unique, distant and always close, everyone’s speech, always already expressed and yet infinitely sweet to say, infinitely precious to hear—the speech of temporal eternity saying: now, now, now.
~Maurice Blanchot
The Infinite Conversation ~ (Trans. Susan Hanson) ~ Minneapolis : U of Minnesota P, 1993 / pg xxiii
