"I can't," he said reluctantly, looking down at the journal. "I...shouldn't." Laurean stirred on the bed.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"He's alive?" Hieronymus peeked out from under the bed. "He's breathing! Help him, please!"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Please. I...I'll go with you if you help him. Just let him live."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Laurean gasped, jerking as he came to. He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
He went limp. "...What did you do?" Hieronymus ventured out from under the bed.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
He obeyed, still extremely reluctant as he cast a look back at his master.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien led the way quickly out to the cart, helping Hieronymus up into a nook where he could still see without being seen, casting notice-me-nots in his paranoia all the way.
"Why are you doing this?" Hieronymus asked miserably.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Because that wretched man doesn't have the right to abuse anything with the ability to feel pain. If you don't want to stay with me so be it, but I can't in good concious leave you in that situation."
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it. — Christopher Darlington Morley
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