That Which is Hidden is That Which is Shown; That Which is Shown is That Which is Hidden
Gabriel Josipovici
One day they found him under the bed curled tight, pressed against the wall. For as long as they could remember he had been in the habit of hiding objects in boxes, in drawers, in holes he dug in the garden. Sometimes, when they sat down to a meal after calling for him in vain, he would suddenly appear from under the table. But when they found him that day under the bed it was different. He wouldn’t come out and they had to pull the bed aside and haul him to his feet. His pockets were stuffed with objects: pebbles, a rusty spoon, two pen-nibs, a half-sucked sweet. When they asked him what he was up to he wouldn’t reply. They pleaded, threatened, cajoled. When they finally gave up he went back to his place under the bed.
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Vol. 2 No. 22 · 20 November 1980 » Gabriel Josipovici » That Which is Hidden is That Which is Shown; That Which is Shown is That Which is Hidden (print version)
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