A month ago I read RELATOS ESCOGIDOS ( Selected Stories) by Yolanda Oreamuno, a great Costarrican writer. She has an incredible capacity to observe the human soul. She has "confessed" her faith in Proust, with pleasure and honor. To give yourself to your genius, she says, is to give yourself to death and live it minute by minute. Genius is that place without measure, she claims, where you are absolutely alone, and no words from others, or their smiles, not even their love can help you. It is to live side by side with death every second.
