There was quite an oddness when talking diff erently about discomfort and comfort, displeasure and pleasure, speaking the delights of a commonplace, and describing the beauty of woe. Our home dialect was like the dull stretch of an invisible line, more untraceable than the fl ip of a cap.
If you were dragged into the depth of all emotions, you either ran or ended up with silence or tears or scream. However unfortunate it was, our home dialect could never take you to the deepest but only the surface.