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Daemon
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It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

H.G. Wells (1866-1946)
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It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

H.G. Wells (1866-1946)
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Context from: The Island of Doctor Moreau. 1896.

VIII.

The Crying of the Puma



Presently our meal came to an end; the misshapen monster with the pointed ears cleared the remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in the room again. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma. He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and left me to the obvious application.

I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating, and they grew in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were painful at first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my balance. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading, and began to clench my fists, to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently I got to stopping my ears with my fingers.

The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I could stand it in that confined room no longer. I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat of the late afternoon, and walking past the main entrance—locked again, I noticed—turned the corner of the wall

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the chequered wall.

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Bully_rus
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Daemon wrote:
It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

H.G. Wells (1866-1946)


Yeah. It is a pity when suffering must go such long way to become actionable...
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“La crisis de hoy es el chiste de mañana”.
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