Reminds me of her description of certain sights along her travels in the Sudanese city of Wady Halfeh:
I made no sketch. I felt that it would be ludicrous to attempt it. And I feel now that any endeavour to put the scene into words is a mere presumptuous effort to describe the indescribable. Words are useful instruments; but, like the etching needle and the burin, they stop short at form. They cannot translate colour.
"Words ... cannot translate colour." Well said.