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Often we are at cross-purposes. One is trying to tell a story eloquently, with a play of light on the wall and monochrome images miming; gesture is the only language.
Then the child must needs shriek, or the engine snarl, or the man's gun fire - ratatat-tat! - and I ask you, must the vulgar crowd always ruin the delicate, the suggestive and subtle, with its demands for noise?
