One of the gifts of marriage are strange insights for each about the other. Strange because they finally defy articulating; in trying, one founders finally on the reef of its not seeming to matter much outside the marriage itself–such insights, I mean. This was his about her: That she had qualities that seemed hypertrophied in the same way uncanny hearing does in the blind. They were powers born of some terrible impairment. Still worse, he had never been able to identify what it was.