Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a little surprise at recognising in her own person so famous a thing: is happiness. 

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1. and he: (and this was almost unbearable) he saw me see him, and i saw him see me.

2. this is a story about seeing. this is a story about being seen.

3. ‘look at me’ is one of the most fundamental desires of the human heart.

4. archivist: martin. martin, look at me. look at me and tell me what you see.

martin: i see… [martin’s voice quavers] i see you, jon. [he lets out an incredulous chuckle, then another. his echo goes away] i see you.

archivist: (relieved) martin. /end transcript]