My true friend," she said, in a faint voice, but with untellable
pathos, "My true friend, and his
The editors have organized the fifteen selections that make up the main body of the text in seven parts devoted to reasserting tradition, returning home to another war, telling the untellable
, between the paradigms of the happy warrior and the bitter pacifist, the subaltern, the soldier and the other, and childrenAEs experiences of war.
Traumas became untellable
, unspeakable dark black holes.
In a phenomenological study of Beckett's oeuvre, like the thesis that this paper is extracted from (Hennessy, 2015), it seems to me that to omit a consideration of the ways in which gender, a lens through which our position in the world is viewed, shapes the human experience would be to tell only half of the already untellable
story, and to attempt to swerve issues of gender amounts to yet another assimilation of Woman by man.
He furthermore, acknowledges "the untellable
tales of the many who died" (p.
The problem with unchecked risk aversion is that erring on the side of finding things swings the balance of false positives in the unfavorable direction--telling thousands of people that they have cancer when they actually don't, for example, has led to unnecessary further tissue biopsies, surgeries, soft tissue scans, suicides, and untellable
fear and psychological trauma.
Just as the unspoken traumatic experience of incestuous abuse haunts the protagonist in Monkey King, forcing her to literally confront death through the suicide attempt, the novel's apparition in a Chinese American literary context can be seen as an instance of a "return of the repressed" on both a literary and a cultural level as it confronts readers with the reality of an experience that is often culturally reduced to the untellable
Against decorum, no doubt, but surely part of the point is that here, at the end of this play, decorum has failed, has revealed itself as the mask for almost untellable
savagery and pain.
Now there's a big white cloud, as on all these days, all this untellable
I started to wonder to what extent we all carry an untold version, the untellable
truth of our own existence, folded tightly away within ourselves.
If our lenses could see even farther, we might glimpse the cosmos of untellable
That is, with the untellable
essence of love still untold.