The emotions in her voice were complex. The bridge of her nose, as I imagined, was the division of her peculiar insight into two distinct parts that had fl ipped once: comedy and tragedy, tragedy and comedy. Seen from my side, the visible half of her face laughed in controlled tears and the invisible half cried with remarkable smiles.
I listened carefully and found more of her thoughts and feelings were actually beyond words. They were written in the unseen world, like the tale of a superman - his muscles were outward, but his weakness not.