sara@mhuxj.UUCP (TRIGS) (02/07/86)
*** REPLACE THIS LINE WITH YOUR MESSAGE *** EDVARD MUNCH--THE SHRIEK 1910 Is there no one here to ask: who is this who has lost his way among unlistening stars? All the body is pure sound bursting from its edges echoing back merely upon itself. He has released the undulant world like a womb. This is the only shape such terror knows, all contortion of flesh, all noise-- helpless like a whisper against eternity.