Hopscotch - pg. 406

and in that instant I know what I am because I know exactly what I am not (what I thereupon ignore astutely). But there are no words or a material in between word and pure vision, like a block of evidence. Impossible to objectivize, make precise that defectiveness that I caught during the instant and which was clear absence or clear insufficiency, but 

without knowing of what, what.