Once Silence invited Eloquence to her dwellings. In a cemetery, as Eloquence was about to speak, she was distracted by giggles from graves. They had all been best orators of their times. Then she visited a library. Before she could say anything, countless whispers stunned her. They had all been best writers of their times, telling their stories. Then, a temple where Eloquence heard the voice of the Unknown amidst exhalations and inhalations of meditating men. Eloquence felt sheepish. Then, she dropped by a house. Silence held it her unnatural abode. The mates in it were seeking a mutual divorce.