"You go on looking. Her face
is given over to sleep, it's silent,
asleep, like her hands. But all
the time the spirit shows
through the surface of the body,
all over, so that each part bears
witness in itself to the whole -
the hands and the eyes, the curve
of the belly and the face, the
breasts and the sex, the legs and
the arms, the breath, the heart,
the temples, the temples and
time. " -The Malady of Death, Marguerite Duras
