Instead there was ghostly silentness. Downstairs in the basement, was a pool room with the finest of slate-and-baize tables awaiting players who never came ...

Whether Aristotle would go so far as Mao's motto--"There is internal contradiction in every single thing"--is doubtful, but Kazoo speaks merrily of "the song of birds that do not sing, because there are none where else would they sing, not from absence nor migrancy, the not-song is from not-being and not merely not there nor not-possible nor silentness falling rapt upon attentive deaf ears."