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Запись в дневнике Ионеско. В переводе на английский, т.к. это то, что есть под рукой.

It is as if, through becoming involved in literature, I had used up all possible symbols without really penetrating their meaning. They no longer have any vital significance for me. Words have killed images or are concealing them. A civilization of words is a civilization distraught. Words create confusion. Words are not the word (le mots ne sont pas la parole)... The fact is that words say nothing, if I may put it that way... There are no words for the deepest experience. The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself. Of course, not everything is unsayable in words, only the living truth.