—I have the feeling, I said, and you will forgive me, sir, if I am speaking out of turn, that your life has always been governed by a kind of anxiety and that in order to overcome that anxiety you have constantly rushed forward, in both thought and deed, instead of allowing each moment its full value.
—Go on, he said quietly, since I had come to a stop.
—Each moment, for you, I said, has only been a bridge between one thing and another. You call that thinking. I would prefer to call it anxiety.
—But what if I was born anxious? he said. How can I change myself?
—It does not matter where the anxiety has come from, I said. We can always find things to blame: our fate, our parents, our wives, our children. The important thing is to locate the cause and see if we can eradicate it.
He was silent. I did not know whether to go on or not. I said:
—Do you hear my voice?
—Yes, he said. Of course.
—Do you hear your own?
He was a long while answering. Then he said, very quietly:
—Yes, I think so.
—In the dark, I said.
I could sense that now he was waiting for me to continue.
—That is enough, I said.
—Yes, he said.”—Gabriel Josipovici, Goldberg: Variations