Acts of injustice done Between the setting and the rising sun In history lie like bones, each one. - W. H. Auden

Thoughts of his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

What living occasion can,
Be just to the absent?

That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.