On Patrick Leary's Victoria people have been trying to define what is the unspeakable, and have been posting what they take to be unspeakable scenes; some have also asked how is the unspeakable presented in literature. Well today on Clary-L on Sunday, July 6th,1995, we certainly have a good example of it before our eyes.
I will content myself with simply quoting:
"I kneeled, I prayed; yet know not what I prayed for: then ran out again. It was almost dark night, I said: where, where, was Mr Lovelace?"
"He terrified me with his looks, and with his violent suppressed emotions, as I have since recollected. Never say I his abominable eyes look as then they looked--triumph in them!--fierce and wild...
"I complained once or twice of thirst. My mouth seemed parched. at the time I supposed that it was my terror (gasping often as I did for breath) that parched up the roof of my mouth. I called for water: some table-beer was brought me. Beer, I supose, was a better vehicle (if I were not dosed enough before) for their potions. I told the maid that she knew I seldom tasted malt-liquor: yet, suspecting nothing of this nature, being extremely thirsty I drank it, as what came next: and instantly, as it were, found myself much worse than before; as if inebriated, I should fancy: I know not how."
"I remember, I pleased for mercy--I remember that that I said I would be his--Indeed I would be his--to obtain his mercy--But no mercy found I!--My strength, my intellects, failed me!--And then such scenes followed--Oh my dear, such dreadful scenes!--fits upon fits (faintly indeed and imperfectly remembered) procuring me no compassion-- but death was withheld from me... I was so senseless I dare not aver that the horrid cratures of the house were personally aiding and abetting; but some visionary remembrances I have of female figures flitting, as I may say, before my sight... (Ross Penguin Let 314, Thursday July 6, pp 1009-11).