"She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time."

Source: Samuel Beckett (2007). “I Can't Go On, I'll Go On: A Samuel Beckett Reader”, p.96, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.