"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Which reminds me of a poem (not sure who wrote it Gwil)Human language is like a cracked kettleon which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to,when all the time we are longingto move the stars to pity.
Pat, thanks for the poem which incidentally is from Gustav Flaubert.
I forgot to say that the quote is from Wm Blake, which I've now acknowledged.
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