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“Those are the killing griefs that do not speak,” is true of some, not all characters. There are natures in which the killing grief finds utterance while it kills; moods in which we cry aloud, “as the beast crieth, expansive not appealing.” That is my own nature: so in grief or in joy, I say as the birds sing:

“Und wenn der Mensch in seiner Qual verstummt, Gab mir ein Got zu sagen was ich leide!”