Nancy and Joselyn's Ode to Literary Dementia
"Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of flute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?"
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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