Eliot: As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles.
Canetti: Instead of teeth he has words in his mouth. He chews with them. They never fall out.
Strand: The throat shows only one movie: “The Tongue”

