He sometimes hesitates, as at something half sinful, when giving
expression to his sadness; because words at best only partially declare
what the Soul feels; just as outward Nature cannot fully reveal the inner
life.
But "after all" words act like narcotics, and numb pain: so, as if putting
on "weeds," the garb of mourning, he will wrap himself over in words;
though these, like coarse clothes on the body, give no more than an
outline of his "large grief."