"I heard joke once:
Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world.
Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears.
“But doctor,” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”"
"Whatever pain achieves, it achieves in part through its unsharability, and it ensures this unsharability through its resistance to language. “English,” writes Virginia Woolf, “which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear has no words for the shiver or the headache.” … Physical pain does not simply resist language but actively destroys it."