… Happiness was there, in fact: a happiness that protected them from everything.
This is from The Step Not Beyond by Maurice Blanchot (1992):
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“We’ll love them.” — “We love them already.” — ‘They don’t know that we do.” — “We’re lucky they don’t.” — “They know nothing about what we expect from them.” — “They live in ignorance: this is what makes them so beautiful, so lively.” — “They’re frightening.” — “We’re frightening.” — They were young, beautiful, lively: he accepted all these words, snares so innocent even phantoms could not have let themselves be caught in them, knowing as well that plenty of other words could have been pronounced without attracting them the more or reaching them in that which preserved them.
[line break added] The only danger, danger of innocence, came from this right to be several, right which, diverting them from being one or the other, risked giving them up gently to the call that they could only hear as several: together? “We won’t see anything as beautiful as them.” — “Is this the right term?” — “They’ll be too beautiful for anyone to notice it.” — “I don’t think they’d like our arranging things in their place.” — “This place that they don’t occupy, happily.” Happiness was there, in fact: a happiness that protected them from everything. “They won’t know it, only together will they be beautiful.”