I do not know which to prefer The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes The blackbird whistling Or just after.
There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English but with not one recognizable syllable.
Art has a double face of expression and illusion just like science has a double face: the reality of error and the phantom of truth.