unuttered

She began to walk about, but everywhere there was only this darkness, nowhere herself; and yet she felt nothing but herself, and wherever she went she both was and was not, just as unuttered words are sometimes really there while silence reigns.

Robert Musil, Five Women

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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