In great literature, moving cinema, and other forms of affective mediums, there are always stories beginning and ending with "that little voice in your head". When reading Montaigne's work, one knows that though he portrays "that little voice" incredibly well it cannot be precise to the actual voice heard by us all as Foster puts it "What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant." And it cannot be more well stated.
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