I want only to fashion ever more beautiful elliptical sentences that provoke thought and give pleasure.
“The actions of life are not so many. To go in, to go, to go in secret, to cross the Bridge of Sighs. And when you dishonoured me I saw that dishonour is an action. It happened in Venice, it causes the vocal chords to swell. I went booming through Venice, under and over the bridges, but you were gone. Later that day I telephoned your brother. What’s wrong with your voice? he said.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Defloration”