We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult wherein everything speaks except our mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.

“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is …”

“This is the shade of difference: the door of physicianshould never be shut, the…”

“And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, an…”

“So how do magistrates understand the word civilization? Where do we stand with …”