The actions of life are not so many. To go in, to
go, to go in secret, to cross the Bridge of Sighs.
And when you dishonored me, I saw that dis-
honor is an action. It happened in Venice; it
causes the vocal cords to swell. I went booming
through Venice, under and over the bridges,
but you were gone. Later that day I telephoned
your brother. What’s wrong with your voice?