"Paper knew…the paper‘s white sheets, the empty paper knew the gray of the transitions in the morning, in the evening, and knew of the madness in the twilight, downfalls in the dusk, and burned paper knew extinguished writing: but No One‘s knowledge lay like slime beneath the earth‘s crusts. Or it lay as bones in the hollowed earth; No One‘s knowledge clattered in wooden monotony against the earth‘s cranium."