"But one day I noticed that what I was writing concerned him more and more and, though in an indirect manner, seemed to have no other purpose but to reflect him. I was extremely struck by this discovery. In it I saw what might paralyze me the most, not because I would henceforth try to avoid this reflection, but because, on the contrary, I might go to more trouble to make it manifest." from Blanchot's  the one who was standing apart from me