The inefficiacy of words…

Was it “like a red-hot iron in my shoulders” and was this “like a blunt wooden stake driven into the base of my head?” — a simile would only stand for something else and in the end we would be led around by the nose in a hopeless carousel of comparisons. Pain was what is was. There’s nothing further to say about it. Qualities of feelings are as incomparable as they are indescribable. They mark the limits of language’s ability to communicate.
– Jean Amery (on his experiences as a victim of the Holocaust)


~ by thatchickperson on May 1, 2011.

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