To Elias Canetti (first letter)

Dear Mr. Canetti,
I’ve discovered you too late. ┬áIt makes reading your essays and notes all the more pleasurable.
“Torture: the hours lost listening to people who make the same confessions, year in and year out. A new person talking about himself for the first time always amazes us.”
You’re far too generous (or at least you were) and your thoughtfulness is a rarity hidden on the shelves of the future. The earnestness is singular.
I have a hard time imagining you surfing the net and enjoying it.
It’s assuring to know you’ve existed, but the thought of you ever being able to read this is terrifying.