There is a deafening inarticulateness here;
Among the Living-
Though I always anticipated the Dead would prevail.
Perhaps it is to let us think-
But do we really think here?
The Comprachicos of the psyche enable our free thought.
Bringing clemency to an abrupt and mutilated end.
Unlike Dea, we shrink from Gwynplaine's grotesque glasgow smile.
Unable to be enchanted by the spirit,
And unable to adore the soul.