Because speech is timebound and words can come only one after the other, the way we stall, stumble and start again provides clues to the way we render thought with sound.
an abstemious life
He vanished over the rock and Bradly struggled up into his place. Down in a crevasse the trooper was tugging at something wedged there, which looked like a sodden bundle of old rags till it was pushed up the rock to Bradly, who had to quell repugnance and take a grip of it. Under his hands it had the unstable clamminess of all dead flesh.
Troop home to silents grots and caves! Troop home! And mimic as you go The mournful winding of the waves Which to their dark abysses flow!
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