the boys in Company C

Stay within the sound of my voice.

So many successful matches were made up here last winter, that it has encouraged all the bedaughtered dowagers to bring their unsaleable commodities to the Roman market, which is now so completely overstocked, that, like a swarm of locusts, they must die of the famine they have themselves created.

Here the silent, the inexpressible, is not simply death, but even its inherence in life, or life's nonrefusal of both death and living, language's nonrefusal of silence with sound.