I find that when I've seen a certain number of people my mind becomes like an old match box -- the part one strikes on, I mean.
Virginia WoolfBut he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him- he could not feel. He could reason; he could read, Dante for example, quite easilyโฆhe could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then- that he could not feel.
Virginia Woolf