Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding, rendered speechless by emotion!
Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron,†Sebastian said approvingly. “Excellent choice.†“You have read this?†Alexei asked. “It’s not as good as Miss Davenport and the Dark Marquis, of course, but worlds better than Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel.†Harry found himself rendered speechless. “I’m reading Miss Truesdale and the Silent Gentleman right now.†“Silent?†Harry echoed. “There is a noticeable lack of dialogue,†Sebastian confirmed.