I’ was the last word I was able to speak aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk around the neighborhood saying, ‘I I I I.’ ‘You want a cup of coffee, Thomas?”I.’ ‘And maybe something sweet?”I.’ ‘How about this weather?”I.’ ‘You look upset. Is anything wrong?’ I wanted to say, ‘Of course,’ I wanted to ask, ‘Is anything right?’ I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning, but instead I said ‘I.’ I know I’m not alone in this disease, you hear the old people in the street and some of them are moaning, ‘Ay yay yay,’ but some of them are clinging to their last word, ‘I,’ they’re saying, because they’re desperate, it’s not a complaint, it’s a prayer, and then I lost ‘I’ and my silence was complete.

I’ was the last word I was able to speak aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk around the neighborhood saying, ‘I I I I.’ ‘You want a cup of coffee, Thomas?”I.’ ‘And maybe something sweet?”I.’ ‘How about this weather?”I.’ ‘You look upset. Is anything wrong?’ I wanted to say, ‘Of course,’ I wanted to ask, ‘Is anything right?’ I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning, but instead I said ‘I.’ I know I’m not alone in this disease, you hear the old people in the street and some of them are moaning, ‘Ay yay yay,’ but some of them are clinging to their last word, ‘I,’ they’re saying, because they’re desperate, it’s not a complaint, it’s a prayer, and then I lost ‘I’ and my silence was complete.

– Jonathan Safran Foer –

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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