Reading Barthes on silence as a rhetorical device reminded me just how long it too me to see the pun in Hamlet’s dying line, “the rest is silence”.
Silence as (much deserved) rest. Silence as no more words. Silence as that which lies beyond th’occurrents of the world.
Silence as a pause before the continuation of the music.
Which reminder sent me happily to this:
‘Silence tells me secretly, everything’.