There are the words themselves, and then, behind or around or benath the words, there is the intention. As he speaks he is aware of the boy watching his lips, brushing aside the word-strings as if they were cobwebs, tuning his ear to the intention.
J.M. Coetzee, Slow Man
I'm a little behind with the Nobel Prize Laureates... Checking it up now I can't believe it was as far back as in 2003 (six years ago) that Coetzee was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. I picked up Slow Man at a pocket book sale in the summer, and am reading it now. It's the first one by Coetzee that I've read. (First published in 2005.) I'll write more about it when I've finished it.