The Whole Language The Power Of Extravagant Tenderness Mga Nobela at Kwento

I know this now because I have watched it happen rather than theorized about it. She wrote: I learned that my silence, which I spent years treating as a kind of wound — as the thing that had been taken rather than the thing I had — is a language. It is not a lesser form of language. It is the language I move through the world in, and the world is comprehensible to me in ways it is not comprehensible to people who hear it because I have developed a different and often sharper attention to what is visible. The right person understands this without being told. The right person learns the language rather than requiring me to accommodate the absence of my own.