“As soon as whatever provisional well of confidence dries up, I will feel like a frightened motherless child. And I will—what? Lessee, I'll beg friends to assure me I'm fascinating, that my soul is complex so I can once more conduce to irony. An abyss opens up.” LonelinessSelf EsteemConfidenceDespairIronyAssurance Book:Give Sorrow Words: Maryse Holder's Letters From Mexico Source: Give Sorrow Words: Maryse Holder's Letters From Mexico