Nicholas Jose

Would you knowingly invite a reticent person to dinner, someone like my Oxford supervisor, or my friend who believed in sealing her lips? If you had no choice, how would you deal with such people? Sit them next to Chatty Carl or Commandeering Cathy in hope that their quiet attentiveness would mop up the attention-seeking of the other. The voluble need vessels, after all, into which to pour their words.

Nicholas Jose visits Lake Mungo at the turn of the millennium: ‘The setting at the lunette was conducive to time travel, to feeling dwarfed and transitory, which is one version of the sublime.’