I've just finished a book. Twee Vrouwen. It's been a while since I've read a book that's been put together that well, that's been written in sentences who prove the writer's capability to captivate emotions, no matter how bleak, into words. As many people should know, emotions wouldn't be called emotions if they were to be transferred into transparent combinations of letters.

Mulisch is one of the first authors who has put down words which have had an impact on me. Which have had impact enough on me, to make -me- feel bleak, bleaker and empty. I have become the bleakest, transparant emotion Laura has had to endure when she saw her life being torn apart by the external grasp of that which you, yourself, cannot grasp.

Je me sens indifférent, mais indifférent. It's a phrase I came up with, a phrase in French that transparant that no one would have problems understanding the meaning, but it's a statement of which I don't know if everyone can/would/could grasp what's behind it. Do you?