¿Qué puede digerir un espíritu sino palabras? - Brian Aldiss

All the time, he hoped they would understand that his arrogance masked only shyness—or did he hope that it was his shyness which masked arrogance? He did not know.
Who could presume to know? The one quality holds much of the other. Both refuse to come forward and share.

The house was a rambling affair. It had few windows, and such as there were did not open, were unbreakable and admitted no light. Darkness lay everywhere; illumination from an invisible source followed one's entry into a room — the black had to be entered before it faded. Every room was furnished, but with odd pieces that bore little relation to each other, as if there was no purpose for the room. Rooms equipped for purposeless beings have that air about them.

You see life as a contrast between misery and pleasure, Jon; that is not a correct interpretation." "It's a pretty good rule of thumb, I should have thought." "Thought and non-thought is the only valid line of comparison." "Bit of a bird's-eye view, isn't it? That puts us on the same level as the proles." "Exactly.