that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse'a limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth -
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.
Nor was he insincere in saying, " Make my house your inn'."
Inns are not residences.
- Marianne Moore
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