"I search around inside. My head is filling up with words at last, words to describe, words to explain. But are they words for speaking or only words for thinking ? Words for me or words to share ? If I open my mouth to try and let them out, will they turn into sound ? And if they turn into sound, will they be loud enough for anyone to hear ? Will they make any sense ? Is my voice too quiet for this noisy world ? Too high ? Too low ? ..."
Malachy Doyle, Georgie.
Et dire que nous on se farcit le plan Marshall et Hiroshima... -_-'