In the gallery the young woman is having a crisis: “I don’t feel as if I can make new aquisitions, because I am not sure where I will be.” What challenges our interiority is our ability to graft on the new: I mean, when it is frustrated we are forced to recognize that I have an interiority at all. “If I were to have kids, it would only be because I want to pass on my book collection…” In that future that mark of authority will either be desperate and urgent or totally redundant. To imagine the canon as a mark of taste. To believe that a personality could be fashioned by great literature. Like you, like Gower, I believe that too, which is why we got along. But in the moment I am consumed by the emptiness which I treat like the limbs of an apple tree.
