He turns to look at the waves just now breaking on the shore. Yes, he thinks, the scene is just like that famous painting. And he himself could pass for the man in the painting who’s admiring the shore, just now having turned to look at. Or the painter who’d painted moving water, stilling the breaking wave. Or a museum visitor, staring at the painting on the wall. Yes, he thinks, he’s always had that small problem of knowing who he was, which of his many persons he could be that day... … [Read more...]