Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can’t even remember who he is. “Wher
Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can’t even remember who he is. “Where am I?” he asks, desperate, and then, “Who am I? Who am I?”And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem’s whispered incantation. “You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs.“You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.“You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient, You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way.“You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rose Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.“You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again.“You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”On and on Willem talks, chanting him back to himself, and in the daytime - sometimes days later - he remembers pieces of what Willem has said and holds them close to him, as much as for what he said as for what he didn’t, for how he hadn’t defined him.But in the nighttime he is too terrified he is too lost to recognize this. His panic is too real, too consuming. “And who are you?” he asks, looking at the man who is holding him, who is describing someone he doesn’t recognize, someone who seems to have so much, someone who seems like such an enviable, beloved person,. “Who are you?”The man has an answer to this question as well. “I’m Willem Ragnarsson,” he says. “And I will never let you go.” -- source link
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