This pause in time, within time.. When did I first experience the exquisite sense of surrender that is only possible with another person? The peace of mind one experiences on one's own, one's certainty of self in the serenity of solitude, are nothing in comparison to the release and openness and fluency one shares with another, in close companionship..
.. We absolutely mustn't forget it. We mustn't forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don't want to think about (so it is to retirement homes that they entrust the care of accompanying their parents to the threshold, with no fuss or bother). And where's the joy in these final hours they ought to be making the most of? They're spent in boredom and bitterness, endlessly revisiting memories. We mustn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude. Nor must we forget that these old people were young once, that a lifespan is pathetically short, that one day you're twenty and the next day you're eighty.
Je savais qu'un afflux inespéré d'énergie l'avait levé de son lit, lui avait donné la force de s'habiller, la soif de sortir, le désir que nous partagions une fois encore ce plaisir conjugal et je savais aussi que c'était le signe qu'il restait peu de temps, l'état de grâce qui précède la fin, mais cela ne m'importait pas et je voulais seulement profiter de cela, de ces instants dérobés au joug de la maladie, de sa main tiède dans la mienne et des vibrations de plaisir qui nous parcouraient tous deux parce que, grâce en soit rendue au ciel, c'était un film dont nous pouvions partager ensemble la saveur.
Here are all these people, full of heartache or hatred or desire, and we all have our troubles and the school year is filled with vulgarity and triviality and consequence, and there are all these teachers and kids of every shape and size, and there's this life we're struggling through full of shouting and tears and fights and break-ups and dashed hopes and unexpected luck -- it all disappears, just like that, when the choir begins to sing. Everyday life vanishes into song, you are suddenly overcome with a feeling of brotherhood, of deep solidarity, even love, and it diffuses the ugliness of everyday life into a spirit of perfect communion.