and relish the irony that existing in your unaltered self is considered a statement.


“Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can鈥檛 even remember who he is. 鈥淲here am I?鈥 he asks, desperate, and then, 鈥淲ho am I? Who am I?鈥
And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem鈥檚 whispered incantation. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You鈥檙e the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You鈥檙e 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.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a swimmer. You鈥檙e a baker. You鈥檙e a cook. You鈥檙e a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You鈥檙e an excellent pianist. You鈥檙e an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I鈥檓 away. You鈥檙e patient. You鈥檙e generous. You鈥檙e the best listener I know. You鈥檙e the smartest person I know, in every way. You鈥檙e the bravest person I know, in every way.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a lawyer. You鈥檙e the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a mathematician. You鈥檙e a logician. You鈥檝e tried to teach me, again and again.
鈥淵ou were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”
― A Little Life
And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem鈥檚 whispered incantation. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You鈥檙e the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You鈥檙e 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.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a swimmer. You鈥檙e a baker. You鈥檙e a cook. You鈥檙e a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You鈥檙e an excellent pianist. You鈥檙e an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I鈥檓 away. You鈥檙e patient. You鈥檙e generous. You鈥檙e the best listener I know. You鈥檙e the smartest person I know, in every way. You鈥檙e the bravest person I know, in every way.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a lawyer. You鈥檙e the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a mathematician. You鈥檙e a logician. You鈥檝e tried to teach me, again and again.
鈥淵ou were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”
― A Little Life

“The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality鈥撯揇r. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom鈥撯揵ut he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.
But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself鈥撯揾is very life鈥撯揾as proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
― A Little Life
But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself鈥撯揾is very life鈥撯揾as proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
― A Little Life

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