There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit. - Anne Carson

Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches.
Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt.
He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds.
I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.