"[...] this heavy cold, this stupid indecision that characterize the actions of a paralytic [...] muttering some unintelligible words. His cracked voice resembled the noise made by a stone falling into a well [...] this creature with no name in human language, form without substance, being without life, or life without action [...] "- Balzac Saracen
"Our dried voices, when / We whisper together / Are quiet and Meaningless [...] Shape Without Form, Shade Without color, / Paralysed force, gesture Without Motion" - TS Eliot, The Hollow Men
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