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That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. I think I first read Nietzsche’s comment in a Harold Bloom book, years ago.  My first thought was “Well, you found words for that, didn’t you?”  And then I thought, was that joke dead in my heart before I said it?  No, it wasn’t.  (Maybe it’s dead now, since I’ve written it down.) But...