'Noise has one advantage, it drowns
out words.' And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but
talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend
them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated,
their content lost, they turn into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through
his brain, tearing at his head, they were his insomnia, his illness. And what
he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded
music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering,
window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the
vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word!
O barulho tem o mérito de anular
palavras inúteis.
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