Report, if you have a problem with this page“ All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery avalanche. Belched from the volcano's mouth, they spurt in to the sky, then fall again. In the quivering air, like gelatine, the sounds trace their bubble paths. Can you imagine that? ”
Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio
From : The Book of Flights
