I've always been interested in fractured, demented, asymmetrical, incongruous textures, and indeed what I call “dysprosody” – the prosody of distressed sounds.
No affair had ever needed the assistance of deafness, impediments of speech, and all the incomprehensible circumlocutions with which Grandet enveloped his ideas, as much as the affair now in hand.
Four months later, he returned to the House, weak and with his speech impaired, and as he walked - with help - to his desk, the whole chamber rose and stood in homage.