In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but a spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you. When the lay, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned.
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