In the silence, our stage whisper might carry.

“The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expression…”

“I suppose it's an unconscious little stream of wit that flows quietly under eve…”

“And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was beh…”

“We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear yo…”