... the same cavity which shapes the sounds of words, was knocking all the corners off a strawberry flavoured sweet as it rolled around his mouth, until it turned into an acceptable lozenge, better suited to the soft curve of the roof of the mouth, easier on the delicate flesh and less likely to feel the pain of a sharp edge(...) he suddenly said aloud...it’s a bit like the way language works...sometimes. She asked him for some quiet, his voice had started to grate and the glare from the sun through the train window was giving her a headache, there were no curtains....