"Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky cords. Wonderful, more than all others.
That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air." (U11.789)