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Outside with the baby. On the street. In the subway. The noise never sounded this loud before. Its ruthlessness is no one’s and everyone’s. The people react to this ferocious clamor with a peculiar inwardness: Their glances disappear as if they had never really been there, like phantom emanations of the physical eye. Not that we want to shield our baby from this world, but can’t the world be just a little less rageful? Then the baby (which is glued to our breast) reminds us: He never departs from silence.