Till We Have Faces – excerpt: The Fox has just told her [Orual] that the whole art of words is to say what you really mean. She replies-

“A glib saying. When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the Gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that words can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face until we have faces?”