ABSTRACT
After reading such a diverse collection, having accepted to embark upon so many ventures, having visited so many half-explored sites, the feeling is one of an overabundance of riches, of worlds discovered, of precious objects yet to be unearthed. Things, worlds, words, practices … and more words: or nothing but words? That is one of the questions the reading of these essays suggests to me, as I am myself asked to add a few more sentences: things, worlds, words, pactices. Between Anthropology and Literature: is(n’t) there a difference? In this chapter I would like to explore the silences suggested by the ambiguous “and” of the collection’s title, for in its everydayness, in its uncomplicated openness and accumulative promise, as in most things desired, may lie concealed a greater good: an Other defiantly staring.
