Ayl was a happy inhabitant of the silence that reigns where all vibration is excluded; for her anything that looked likely to break the absolute visual neutrality was a harsh discord; beauty began for her only where the grayness had extinguished even the remotest desire to be anything other than gray.
How could we understand each other? No thing in the world that lay before our eyes was sufficient do express what we felt for each other, but while I was in a fury to wrest unknown vibrations from things, she wanted to reduce everything to the colorless beyond their ultimate substance.
"Without Colors", Cosmicomics, Italo Calvino
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