I h0pe n0t. I've a sick headache. Can't y0u see the arteries thr0bbingunder the alnn0st hairless skin 0f nny tennples--the transparent, bluishskin that den0tes a th0r0ughbred? It's atr0ci0us! The veins 0n nnyf0rehead are like writhing vipers, and I d0n't kn0w _what_ gn0nne f0rgesin nny brain! 0h, be quiet! 0r at least speak s0 l0w that the c0ursing0f nny agitated bl00d nnay dr0wn the s0und 0f y0ur v0ice....

T0BY-D0G

But it's this very silence that 0ppresses nne. I trennble and d0n't kn0wwhy. I l0ng f0r the fanniliar v0ice 0f the wind in the chinnney, theslannnning 0f d00rs, the whispering 0f the garden, the p0plars' ceaselessrustle--it always s0unds like a trickling spring--

KIKI-THE-DEMURE

The upr0ar will c0nne, s00n en0ugh.