Maria Callas- Pace, Pace Mio Dio!
Maria Callas- Pace, Pace mio dio!
(la forza del destino, verdi)
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— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead, 2004
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— Alysia Harris, Car Rides and the Morning After (via lollylozz)
Linguistic capacity in the acoustic realm is accordingly much further developed than in the visual sphere. Language reflects what our senses supply. The eye yields incomplete information, which is why colour words are imprecise and cannot attain exactitude through additional description. When language has to express something vague, imprecise, or ostensible, it time and again resorts to words from the optical sphere: imagined (from the Latin imago = picture), illusory (from the Latin lux = light), semblance, etc. The ear, on the other hand, supplies data based on measurement, so language can be more exact when it reflects what has been heard.
Joachim-Ernst Berendt, The Third Ear: On Listening to the World