But to ask pity of our body is like discoursing in front of an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live.
Le Cote de Guermantes (The GuermantesWay) pt. 1 (1921) (translation by C. K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin)