The patient was talking to the psychoanalyst:
“Did you read ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ by Dostoevsky?”
And the specialist, adjusting to the armchair:
“No.”
“Well, then listen. Yesterday I finished the reading and discovered the following: God is mute. We men are the beings of the word par excellence, and our fate is to die immersed in chatter. God, in turn, refuses to speak, because the verb is characteristic of the wretch; in silence, he only observes, and when manifests himself he produces no noise.”
The psychoanalyst replied:
“Interesting. And do you think this has any relation with your father?”
“No. But here’s the thing: reading Dostoevsky, I was disgusted by the word. You are, besides my psychoanalyst, my personal friend, and this being my last appointment, I tell you: not another word will come out of my mouth,” he said, stood up, and quietly left the office.
(Translated from Casos, 2020)