There is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express:
“At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.”
Rebecca West | Black Lamb and Grey Falcon