Quote of the Week:
There is the silence of peace, when the tribes are reconciled, when the evening cool returns and it seems as if you were putting in, sails furled, at a quiet harbour.
There’s silence at noon, when the sun suspends all thought and movement.
There’s a false silence when the north wind flags and insects appear, ripped away from oases in the interior like pollen, presaging a sandstorm from the east.
There’s the silence of brewing plots, when you know that some distant tribe is simmering.
There’s a mysterious silence when the Arabs gather for their indecipherable confabulations.
There’s a tense silence when a messenger is late returning.
An acute silence when, at night, you hold your breath to listen.
A melancholy silence if you’re remembering someone you love.
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Introduction to 33 Days)